Conner is getting braces. He got the brackets, spaces and a bite plate last week and has had trouble speaking and eating ever since. (Well, to be honest, he’s always had trouble speaking and eating, it’s just that now he has a good excuse.)
I made pulled pork sandwiches for dinner. I warned that there may still be a bone or two, and for everyone to be careful. Conner bit down on something, but said he wasn’t sure if it was a bone or a hard, caramelized piece of pork. (Whatever. You simmer pork for an hour and a half, being distracted by kids, etc and see if you are perfect.)
Since he can’t open his mouth very well we sent him to the bathroom to complete the extraction of this hard object. Upon his return to the table we asked “so what was it?… “
“I’m not sure. It looked like a miniature tree stump.”
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