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Couch Potato

“Hi, Beanie.”

“Hi, Mom.”

“Whatcha doing, Buddy?”

“Oh, I’m just resting,” he said.

“You look a little down, Big Guy,” I said.   “Anything wrong?”

“Well, Mom,” said Beanie.   “I’m having some trouble with my mouth.”

“Now, Beanie.   We’ve already talked about this.   You are entirely too young to say ‘Crapper.’   That’s your diaper.   Not a crapper.”

“No, Mom,” said Beanie.   “Its not that.   I have these sharp white things poking up through my gums and they really hurt.”

“Yeah, Buddy.   Those are called teeth and I’m afraid this is just the beginning.   But you’ve already got two of them!   How exciting!”

“Yeah, I guess so,” sighed Beanie.   “I just don’t know why I have to have them.   They really hurt, Mom.”

“I know, Sweet Pea.   But when they come in, you are going to love having them.   You’ll be able to do all kinds of fun things with them!”

“Yeah?   Like what?” asked Beanie, perking up a little bit.

“Well, you use your teeth mostly to eat.   You’ll be able to eat so much more when you have teeth.   My favorite thing to eat with my teeth is BBQ ribs!   Yummmy!”

“I guess that might not be so bad,” sighed Beanie.

“I know its hard and I’m sure your teeth are really hurting, Beanie.   But you are growing up so fast and teeth are just part of that.   You’re becoming a big boy!”

“Can’t I just stay little, Mom?   Can’t I just sit on this couch and chew on my feet and stay little forever?”

“Well, I don’t know about forever, but we can certainly sit here as long as you’d like, Buddy.   I’m in no hurry for you to grow up either.”

“Okay, Mom,” said Beanie.

“Okay, Beanie,” I said.

“Hey, Mom?” said Beanie.

“Yes, Beanie?” I said.

“Can I still eat BBQ ribs?”

“Not on the couch, Beanie,” I said.

“Okay,” Beanie said.

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