Truth is Stranger than Fiction

Yes, this really just happened in our house.  This morning, Luke was eating his oatmeal when he said, “Hey!  Look!” and pulled a baby tooth out of his mouth.  I know, you’re thinking, “What’s so strange about that?  Luke’s been loosing teeth for a while now?”  Keep reading.

He asked for a paper towel to stop the bleeding.  I brought him one.  The only problem was that he couldn’t locate the new “hole” where the bleeding needed stopping.  I looked in his mouth.  He looked in his mouth in the mirror.  There just was not a new hole anywhere.  There was a hole, to be sure, but it was from the tooth he lost previously.

Just then, Emma, who had been out of the room, came to the table and when we told her the story, she said, “Oh, we must be eating steel cut oats, then.”  When I asked her why she said that, she said, “Well, on Saturday, I found Luke’s tooth on the window sill and I gave it to Bo-Bo to look at.  But she accidentally dropped it into the bucket of steel cut oats.  She and Foofie were digging and digging in the bucket, but they couldn’t find it.”

Ah ha!  Another mystery solved.  Matt had opened the bucket of steel cut oats on Saturday and we had discovered steel cut oats all over the floor of the foyer and the library … and powdery footprints and handprints on the sofa.  But in the end, the only explanation we got was “Bo-Bo”.  We had missed the back story until today.

So, apparently, Matt scooped out steel cut oats from the five gallon bucket this morning and cooked them (along with Luke’s tooth) which wound up in Luke’s oatmeal and discovered in Luke’s mouth!  There’s one for the books!