Lucy’s loose tooth finally fell out last night and tonight we are eating spaghetti for supper.
Joel: Lucy how is your tooth? I mean lack of tooth? I mean…tooth hole?
Lucy: It’s fine. Wanna see?
Joel: Sure.
Rowan: Ew, did you see Lucy’s blood?
Joel: No.
Rowan: I saw it. I saw her blood.
Joel: I was trying to be polite while people are eating.
Rowan: Why?
Me: Because not everyone wants to talk about Lucy’s…
Rowan: Blood?
Me: Bodily fluids.
Rowan: Like, blood?
Lucy: Ugh, now I feel all squicky.