W once again had said more than he should. We are new in our ward and trying to not make any enemies right off the bat. We volunteered to clean the church.
There was an older man there and after W had been speaking with him he said, clear as day, "Can you take your teeth out?"
The man said, "What?"
W repeated himself. The man just stared down at him, dumbfounded. I just stared at him too, horrified.
I'm not sure how that conversation ended or how it was rectified, if it was at all. I think I blocked the rest out and the next memory I have is of the family in the van speedily driving away.
It really was innocent. His Great Uncle Roy plays a fun game of taking his teeth out and scaring the little kids. W thinks that game is the best and was just looking for some way to spice up the night.
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