In which I pull Bethi's tooth and choke on a meatball. No, really!

The other day I was minding my own business when Bethi came up to me. "Look! I have my ninth loose tooth! If you pull it we can surprise Mommy and Daddy!" "Okay!" I said, examining the tooth, trying to plan how I would do this. I got a paper towel and  pulled on the tooth (with the paper towel), and it came right out! Looking back, I think I didn't get enough sleep that night. I don't know what I was thinking! I would never pull a tooth! Like, really! Ew!  
Anyway, so yesterday, I was calmly eating my spaghetti when Abbi said something really funny. I don't even remember what it was at the moment. Something about polar bears. Yeah. So, I was eating, when she said whatever-it-was, and as I was laughing, forgetting that I was chewing (Dramatic music), I choked! Cough, Hack, Wheeze! *Gag!* Very ladylike. Well. Anywho. At least I am alive to tell the tale. Poor me. I am a threat to myself. I can't even eat without it being a life or death experience! And that is very bad. Not kidding. *Sniff, sniff*. No like.

And that, my friends is how I pulled a tooth, and nearly killed myself eating. 

The bad news is, I am about to go eat supper. Pray for me, peoples.

The End.