SuperTeeth

Today I have extra kids running around my house, David, Jace and Abby, Jason's nephews and niece. While the three youngest were napping, and David was on a ride with Uncle Jason, Jace was watching me make a top-secret Christmas project.

"Is that work?" nodding toward my sewing machine.

"Not for me. Some people don't like to sew, but I enjoy it. It's relaxing to me, so it's not work. Do you know what I mean?"

"Weeeell.....I like to paint. And some people don't. When I grow up, I'm going to paint big pictures, and people will buy them. And then I'll give the money to poor people...I think I'll live in Africa. There are really, really poor people there."

"If the people are poor there, then who would buy your pictures?"

"You." Of course!

"So what else do you like to do, that's not work for you?"

"Um...long, thoughtful pause...I like to write!"

"Oh, wow. Some people really hate to write."

"Well, I don't like to write something I HAVE to write. But when I get older and can read and write bigger words, then I'm going to write TEN chapters!"

I respond with the appropriate measured excitement.

"And you know what it's going to be about?! About SuperTeeth! He is SOO cool, and his best super power is this, watch!--stands back, bares teeth and spews a loud K sound--and his teeth are really, really sharp, like razors, and they fly out of his mouth and--KSH!!--cut things like this--KSH!!--countertop. And they can--KSH!!--cut through like your sewing machine, things that are metal."

"What does SuperTeeth do when he spits out all his teeth and he doesn't have any left? Does he just have to eat stuff like grits then?"

"NO! He has strings attached to his teeth, and he just pulls them back in right after he spits them."

I hope SuperTeeth uses ADA-approved toothpaste. And good luck to Jace, my dreamy nephew.