Our hero had his first experience with dental numbing today. He was brave and tough and all that good stuff, but who cares because he’s hilarious.
He got numb on both sides of the mouth, so he can’t say Bs or Ps. (This is, by the way, a reenactment of one of the first things he said to me after emerging from the chair, not something I thought up for him to say.)
I tried to get him to talk about Peter Piper for maximum effect, but he would have none of that.
And just as a bonus housekeeping tip, if you absolutely cannot get one of the windows to close, don’t discount the possibility that someone has shoved a crayon down into the track.