My Son Wants To Talk About Tooth Decay

By Christopher Allen

we’re in a cafe and he’s unsure if he can
finish his slice of CAKE, one of those
fondant numbers and so we’ve made an arrangement
which will allow me to consume half of it
but then, “dad, i actually think i can finish it.”

i get a message from a friend asking how are the kids today
i reply like what i make of the french revolution;
it’s too early to tell

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