Tuesday, August 29, 2006
wiggling the pearly whites
I can handle witnessing throwing up. I can handle cuts and oozing blood. I can handle goose eggs and scrapes from the cement. There is one thing I can not handle. A loose tooth. And this morning I almost lost all my dinner from last night (which was very tasty..so I didn't want to lose it). This morning Sam started eating and he said that his teeth hurt. He said he hit his teeth on the metal part of his bunk bed last night. So I went to investigate. Sure enough. His bottom, middle two teeth were loose. Even thinking about it makes me squirm. And it's all he has talked about today. He's so excited that he has not one, but TWO loose teeth. He keeps wiggling them. Hope I can eat today b/c right now, nothing sounds good and my appetite is all gone. How can such tiny little things cause me to loose all contents of my stomach? I have not a clue. Maybe it's one of those 7 mysteries of the world. And then again, maybe I just have a weak stomach.