Dare we say it? Dare we record for the generations to come that woe-filled announcement made at dinner some weeks ago? Brad, fork loaded with succulent meat, thrust out his lower lip and with a pout, said to no one in particular,
"I chipped my favorite chewing tooth yesterday."
Mouths stopped chewing, eyes swiveled around and we all stared at him. Favorite chewing tooth? ...singular? and favorite? What???
But no, alas, Brad has a singular, favorite chewing tooth that he treaurers and coddles - the right incisor, to be exact. It is especially skilled in tearing fabric, paper, wood, metals....
Raucous, eye-watering laughter followed for a full ten minutes. In fact, it hasn't really stopped to this day. We love you, Brad:)
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