Last night while lying in bed with Big Brother we had the following conversation:
Big Brother: I think my teeth are getting loose like Grace's.
Me: You do?
Big Brother: Yes, feel them.
I feel them.
Big Brother: You think they're going to fall down?
Me: I don't think they are going to fall down anytime soon. But one day they will.
Big Brother: And then big, huge teeth are going to live there.