Thursday, September 10, 2009

The Teethifier

            Michelle got Celia a new type of pacifier called a “teethifier.” Basically, it’s a double-pronged soother with thick lumpy balls on each end. An interesting concept.
            So I was sitting on the front porch with Celia, and she crawled away leaving her teethifier. I picked it up. Interesting shape. Bright flagrant yellow. I touched it and felt its texture. I wondered what it would be like on the gums, so I put it in my mouth and tried chewing my gums on it. Seemed pretty effective, but then again, I’ve got all my teeth, so it was hard to tell.
            Then the baby started playing with the cat through the mail slot. It was quite hilarious. The cat wanted out, so it kept peeping through the slit, and Celia shrieked with delight every time she caught a glimpse of the kitten.
            I turned around as two gentlemen walked past. They had a certain “different” look about them I couldn’t quite put my finger on, and I watched them for a moment. One of them turned to look at me, shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
            I thought, “What the heck was that about? Did they think I was some weirdo too?”
            But then I realized that I had this teethifier dangling out of my mouth, and I laughed as well. Yes, maybe I am some sort of weirdo, if that’s the natural progression of having kids. I’ve found that I’ve been crawling around on the floor more often. I’m making all sorts of animal sounds almost daily. I sing in public a lot more. And now, apparently, I suck on teethifiers on the front porch as I watch the passersby.
            Yep. Definitely more of a weirdo.

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