Keep bearing right and you'll get there - eventually. I think.

Max is about to lose an upper front tooth. It has been extremely loose for weeks and he likes to play with it and wiggle it back and forth. The sound of the flesh tearing off each time he moves it is so absolutely revolting to me. Max is quite delighted by this knowledge. In fact, I've come to realize that nothing grosses me out more than a dangling tooth. NOTHING.

Which is weird. Right? Anyone who has taken care of kids, or any creature for that matter, gets use to A LOT of distasteful situations. Like this one:

Max and Alex love sushi. They're fairly atypical kids that way. When you ask them where they'd like to go for dinner, most of the time they will say they want sushi. Which is what they said when we were in Crested Butte in June and were going out to eat with my friend, Angie. SUSHI! they yelled in unison. Great. It sounded good to the both of us too. So we went, we ordered, and we waited.

The thing about sushi restaurants is that they're not really very kid friendly. So there's not much for them to do while they wait. If there's a long wait and the kids start to get extremely hungry... bad things tend to happen. For starters, Max discovers there are at least 101 different things to do with chopsticks. 90% of these things are either excessively annoying or inappropriate... and OH MY GOD can you stop touching your sister!?! It's pissing her off and making her scream and people are staring and wondering why the fuck we've taken kids to a sushi restaurant that is so obviously really just for mature adults!!!! No, he can not stop touching her, torturing her is way too interesting...

Right. So the food finally comes. Hallelujah. It looks amazing and is delicious. Max and Alex are voraciously eating whatever is placed on their plate. * Watching your kids eat raw fish with such rapture is amazing. Until they ask you for more... and more... and it dawns on you that each bite they take is costing you 5$. Then you start offering more miso soup... rice perhaps?! * Nope. They only want more salmon.

The only thing left are the salmon rolls... so we give them some. Alex takes hers apart and takes small sensible bites. Max, of course, sticks the whole piece in his mouth. While I'm enthralled in fantastic conversation, completely enjoying the meal and the fact that there is no more screaming, Max starts to choke on the long piece of Nori encasing the roll. At which point, I look over just in time to watch him vomit the roll, and more, onto his plate.

I am entirely unphased by the vomit... although Angie, after having witnessed the same scene, looks like she might hurl herself. And she's mortified. As any normal person would be. Except I've been through this several times before and I'm actually elated that a) not much came up, and b) there was no projectile aspect - it's all contained on the plate. It could have been so much worse, but this... this is no problem. Let's just get him a new plate because, of course, he's still hungry for more! The waiter comes over and is paralyzed for a few seconds after I hand him the plate and ask for a new one. Dude, this is nothing more than a minor blip. Angie remains speechless...

To this day, she's still too affected by the whole experience to really even discuss it... and I'm like... what?... it was just a little vomit. It's not like he was wiggling his dangly tooth in front of you?!?