Can you believe it. It is just hanging there. Move it a little this way...that way...ouch it hurts. I can't sleep...I can't eat...I can't smile because of it. Dad just wants to grab hold of it and yank it out. Mom wants to wiggle it a little at a time until it just falls out. My brother wants to tie a string around it, then tie the other end of the string to the bedroom door knob, and slam the door shut on it. What...are you kidding me...it won't work.
Anyway, it has got to come out sometime. Maybe if I just pretend it doesn't exist...maybe it will just go away... or fall out all by itself. Nope...doubt it. Hey...life will go on in spite of it. Well enough already...it is time to go out and play... or is it?