The two younger boys were asleep already and I sent the two older ones to potty and lay down. Gid headed upstairs and was gone for a while before I heard from him, "Mom! I have a three stuck in my teeth and I can't get it out!"
Then Ike from the bathroom, "Mom, are you going to have to cut the three out?"
This is funny to me on so many levels. A few:
1) It doesn't faze Isaac that his older brother has said three stuck in his teeth.
2) Isaac apparently has inside information that says cutting might be in order when threes get stuck in teeth.
3) Gid has a three stuck in his teeth.
I'm going upstairs to see if I can do a three extraction without using scissors.
Posted by lynnp at September 30, 2008 4:58 PM | TrackBackI think a picture and explanation are in order here.
Posted by: Mom at September 30, 2008 8:12 PMA *three*?
Posted by: Birgit at October 1, 2008 7:43 PM