“How long can I NOT eat before I die?,” Mr. H asked this afternoon.
He struggled all day with the fact that his tooth was soooo loose that he supposedly was unable to eat.
chicken broth for lunch,
no dinner and
no apple crisp for dessert.
I quietly wondered how long this would last.
“Just pull it out!”
We all tried to persuade him but to no avail.
Several brothers offered their tooth pulling services but
were declined rather quickly.
He decided to wait until Daddy came home.
Then at 7:00pm,
with 13 pairs of eyes staring him down,
dental floss in daddy’s hands. . .
1, 2, 3. . .it was OUT!!
Dinner and dessert soon followed.
Meanwhile, through all the hoopla. . .
Lucy the cat yawned and dozed in her favorite spot. . .
the napkin basket in the center of the table.
The life of a cat, huh?
Now it’s my turn to doze. . .
Happy Tuesday night,