Those are the words that came out of Eli's mouth as we pulled in to the school parking lot. What? Heard what crack? Obviously, it wasn't a bone as he was playing last night, good this morning and not screaming in pain. What?
His explanation..."Oh you know last night when you were gone. Dad gave me an apple and when I bit into it my tooth made a crack sound." Great. Does your tooth hurt? "Nope, but it sure is wiggly. Are all my teeth going to fall out like that picture of grandpa? Will I talk like this?" Which was followed by much inappropriate facial expressions of those without teeth.
Lucas, who could not be left out of the discussion, tells his little brother, "You sure have lost a lot of teeth since we got here. Pretty soon you aren't going to have any. You just keep getting rid of them and pretty soon God doesn't give you any more."
What can I say. We pulled up to the school door and I let them out, came to work and drank a pot of coffee, I'm not leaving the house without caffeine again.
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