Every Wednesday, Baby Boy and I have lunch with Uncle Andrew, or as BB says, Uncadoo.
After surveying the contents of my brother's lunch--large black coffee, corn, Twizzlers and Oreos--and failing to find a theme, I asked, "Are you pretending you live in a Frat?"
"No," he said, shoving two Oreos in his mouth, "I have a dentist appointment at one."
He opened wide so I could see the menagerie of horror stuck in his molars and between his teeth.
"If I go in looking like this they clean me for like an hour and I get to miss more work."
"Or you could just sit in your car and no one would know the difference," I pointed out.
Then Baby Boy shoved a chocolate cookie in his mouth and opened wide for me to see.
Uncadoo laughed. Baby Boy laughed causing a volcano of smooshy, drooly cookie crumbs to erupt across the table.
Oh, what comes from the mouths of babes...