I left Max with John and I took Alex out to get a haircut. After his trim we went to Walmart to pick out some "haircut toys". He had his heart set on getting a car and a robot, but after searching the toy aisle's thoroughly, he couldn't find exactly what he wanted. He settled for a Speed Racer car, a Sudoku block (like a Rubik's cube but with numbers) and a bag of plain M&M's. He still wasn't happy though. He REALLY, REALLY wanted a robot. So I took him into the little kid's arcade area. He went on a ride on Dumbo and then I gave him a quarter and let him buy a gum ball. He immediately popped the entire gum ball into his mouth and ran off. I chased after him, worried he was going to choke to death on the gum ball. I wrestled him down, pried open his jaws and took the now very wet gum ball out of his mouth. He, naturally, began freaking out in the middle of Walmart that I stole his gum ball, complete with flailing limbs and writhing around on the ground. Hoping to remedy the situation as quickly as possible, I stuck the slimy gum ball in my mouth and bit down with the intention of breaking it in half so he could have it back without my having to remember the crash course in infant Heimlich we took at the hospital. I heard a crack, I took the gum ball out of my mouth and was confused to only see two little dents left by my front teeth. There was something in my mouth, so I spit it into my hand. The corner of my tooth! The gum ball cracked my tooth! And on the first day of a long weekend! There's no way I'll be able to get it fixed until next week, if I'm lucky! In the meantime I look like a crazy toothless hillbilly.
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