Some posts are long. This one will be short. When I was a child I chewed lots of gum. I liked bubble gum balls, stick gum, and particularly Hubba Bubba or any other large block of gum that let you blow bubbles.
I could blow bubbles for hours. I’m not sure what the constituent components of bubble gum was in the seventies and early eighties, but there was a point at which the gum would break down. Something chemically transformed—rather suddenly—after an hour or so of chewing and that was that, the gum turned into a gritty, sticky mess.
Today’s gums are a bit more technologically advanced. They don’t have the breaking down problem, but they have introduced a new problem—lip biting. Have I gone mouth clumsy? It seems every single time I chew gum of any type that I invariably bite right into my mouth—in a rather disastrous way too. There is blood there is swearing under my breath.
I don’t know what changed in me since I was a child but apparently my mouth is more clumsy than it used to be.
The Big Boy Update: My son had a rough day today. He went to his play therapist, who is magical. He didn’t want to go in a very vocal and violent way—I had to almost drag him to the car. When he left, he was so happy. On the way home he said, “I want to go back to Dhruti’s and do it all again.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was icing cookies with Nana this weekend. At one point Nana told her to do something (I don’t remember what) and I heard my daughter reply, “okay, your majesty”. It was too cute, but the real question is, where did she hear that phrase from?
I Ran Again: Five miles. This is starting to become a habit…
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