I spy with my little eye…

Recently I just finished using crest white strips on my teeth. I’m a smoker and a coffee drinker and it was starting to show.

Holy hell, what a difference those strips made.

But, that’s not really what this entry is about.

I told my sister about the wonders of the white strips (her being a smoker and coffee drinker as well). She agreed that they did work wonders.

She went on to tell me why she had picked them up.

One day a few years back, her and Cody, my nephew, were driving down the street and playing “I spy” (or is it “Eye spy?”).

My sister said, “I spy with my little eye something red.”

“The stop sign!” Cody exclaimed.

“That’s good, honey.” My sister drove on and saw something else.

“I spy with my little eye something yellow.” She said.

Cody looked out the window a bit, searching for the yellow something.

Finally, he turned to my sister, smiled, pointed at her mouth and said, “Mama’s teeth!”

She finished the story by telling me she stopped and picked up some white strips.

I laughed my ass off.