Today I had four cavities filled at the dentist.

Eating dinner with the entire left side of my face numbed by novocaine, I felt as coordinated as my kids when they’re eating rice cereal, chasing lumps with my tongue as they narrowly escaped my ravenous mouth. But this wasn’t nearly as insufferable as regaining oral feeling, as I, like anyone who upsets Walter Sobchak, entered a world of pain.

Luckily, I opened my fridge to this:

Boo-yah.

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Daddy is teething, too.

–The Wife