We took the kids to the movies this weekend to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs in 3D.
Decent enough show. The 3D effects kept us entertained when the plot started to drag.
At the end of the movie, I took this picture...
I looked at it when we got to the car and thought Jack's teeth looked funny. In the pic, it looks like he's missing at least one tooth.
I turned around to look at him, and said, "Jack...open your mouth. Did you lose a tooth? Why didn't you tell me you lost a tooth?"
He said, "I lost a tooth? Lemme see! Is the tooth fairy coming? You're right, Avery, it didn't even hurt. Ye-aaaah!"
I grabbed his lips and stretched them, to get a good look. He hadn't lost a tooth, and I assumed it was his lip or tongue covering them in the picture.
Then, I started really looking at his teeth. And they were tiny. I mean, freakishly small, and I started freaking out a bit.
I said, "JAKE...JAKE...LOOK! Look at his teeth! What's wrong with them? What happened? Jack...what happened? Did you bang your teeth or jaw on the concrete? Jake...his teeth are jammed further up in his head. They're shrinking!! Why would his teeth BE SHRINKING?! What happened, buddy?"
Jake just stared at me, blankly.
I said, "What? What do you think happened? Should we take him to the dentist?"
Jake, began to slowly shake his head, and said, "Nikki...seriously?"
"WHAT?! His teeth should not be SHRINKING!! Something happened!"
Jake just stared. Waiting. Giving me a chance to redeem myself.
"WHAT?! Something is wrong with his frickin' teeth!! Would you just quit shaking your head at me!! WHAT?!"
I had no idea that I had just lost all of my cool points.
As if he were mercifully killing a lame dog with a bullet to the head, he finally said, "His teeth aren't shrinking, you freak...he's growing!"
"Ooooooooh!! Yeah...that does make more sense, doesn't it!"
¯...Somebody once told me, the world is gonna roll me...¯...I ain't the sharpest tool in the she-ed...¯