Grandpa's Teeth
Lou shifted his jaw back and forth. "Still feel kinda funny though. Maybe I'll take'em out so I can enjoy some of Didi's potato salad-"
"Hey pop?" Drew called out. "Why don't you… not remove your teeth?"
"What, ya got a problem with me doin' that?" Lou complained.
"Well… yeah. It makes no sense. You put in false teeth so you can talk and eat better. Why would you REMOVE them to eat?"
Lou considered that. "Well… they feel a bit weird-"
"And it won't be weird to eat food like Tommy?" Stu asked. Tommy, sensing he was being talked about, looked at the adults and smiled… a big gummy smile. "He's not exactly the cleanest eater."
"Maybe you want what he'll be having today?" Drew teased, pointing to the bottle of mashed peas Didi was getting out.
"Dang… aw, you're right," Lou admitted. "And I'll never get used 'em if I keep takin' 'em out." He sighed. "Sorry boys… ya know it just bugs me to have them at all. Feels like everyone is judgin' me."
"I know pop," Stu said, placing his hand on his father's shoulder. "But no one really cares. Now come on, let's enjoy this potato salad."
Just a little bit away from the Pickles Randy Carmichael frowned. "I don't know why those folks are so excited about that potato salad. I can tell just by looking at it that they didn't season it at all."
His wife just sighed, used to this old fight. "Randy, we're supposed to be checking out the neighborhood, not people's potato salad."
"Bet they put raisins in it too or something." He shook his head. "Bland ass potato salad loving honkeys. If we move here remind me never to invite any of those people to a party!"