This weekend aliens abducted my son and replaced him with a pod child who will one day rise up and kill us in our sleep, or something.
Either that, or feeding therapy works.
BET: What's that?
EEMA: Gravy.
BET: I don't like gravy.
BET: Actually I've never tried gravy.
BET: I would really love to try that.
[Eema reattaches jaw]
EEMA: Really? Okay, here's a bite of chicken with gravy.
BET: That doesn't taste good in my mouth.
[pause]
BET: But it is yummy!
BET: Can I have some more? I LOVE chicken with gravy.
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(I really have to say something funny that I can't say here, so hopefully I'll remember to email you)
Someday, you should put all of these anecdotes into a book. Marketed properly, I think it will sell millions :)
You could call it "Mouth droppings"
heeheehee
That was fantastic!
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