We were driving the other night and Mom and Dad started having a very strange conversation:
Mom: Kevin flosses three times a week.
Dad: Well, you should have married Kevin then.
Mom: Babe, you don't have to be defensive. But maybe you could floss a little more. Three times a month maybe?
Dad: Three times a year?
Mom: I just want you to have teeth. I am trying to imagine kissing you when you have no teeth.
Dad: Damp and vacuumous.
Mom: Ooohhh. Ben, you are going to learn to floss your teeth habitually, like Amy.
What are teeth, people?
1 comment:
Well, Amy would probably say that getting me to floss 3x per week is like pulling teeth, in which case flossing would become rather irrelevant, right? Hmmmm.
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