Last night, my incredibly funny son, my mother and I were sitting around watching a movie and having 27 conversations at the same time. If you have a kid, you get this. At some point in the conversation, the focus was on his loose teeth and I mentioned how half of the teeth in his mouth are loose, but he won’t pull them or let me pull them. I said something similar to “that one in the front is barely hanging by a thread”…. which set the wheels in motion for one of his funnier comments….

N began, rather dramatically, to describe WHY he could not pull that particular tooth. We tried to let him explain himself without laughing, but it gets difficult because he gets SO wrapped up in the story he is trying to tell. Before it all fell apart (read: we died laughing), his story went something like this:

“Look, I just can’t pull this tooth because it’s attached. It’s not just attached where you can see it, it’s way down in there, like a string, and it is NOT ready to come out yet. You just can’t see it..”

{increased frustration because we don’t understand what he is saying}

“Okay, listen. You can’t see how it’s still attached to my body like this… BUT, if you could turn me inside out, then you could see…”

I don’t know what he said after that, because once he said the words “inside out” my mother and I looked at each other and went into fits of convulsive laughter. I’m happy to report that N wasn’t as offended as he usually is when you laugh at him, he ended up getting a good laugh out of it too.

Inside out, though? Seriously? Where does he come up with this stuff!

{just because I love pictures of when he was a baby – that melon head and those ears melt my heart}