The Gift That Keeps On Giving

The Schwartz (my maiden name) siblings always draw names for gift exchanging at Christmas time. For Christmas 2006, (yeah, I'm kinda keeping with the whole posting about things that happened ages ago, aren't I?) Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Jon drew the Marshman family. We were thrilled upon hearing they had drawn our names, and loved all of the gifts they gave us. Well, when I say "we" I should mention that there is one gift that I wasn't too ga-ga over.



Enter.........The Bubba Teeth. Now, I didn't come up with that snappy little moniker for them, that was the name that came on their little package. Nice, huh? The Bubba teeth, to this day, frighten me. They are designed to look vile and are crafted out of smelly, slimy looking rubber. My kids and wonderful, loving, eternal companion love to give me the willies by chasing me around while donning a pair of these babies. You haven't lived, until you have had my Brian come up with his mouth so crammed with a pair of Bubba teeth that actual saliva is dripping from the side of his mouth say, (much like he has heard his father say but, Brian's mouth is chock-full of rubber), "Gimme a wittle kissy kiss, Mo-om!"



When we were visiting Aunt Stephanie for Christmas in December 2006 (Uncle Jon wasn't able to be there because he was in Winchester, Virginia staying with his parents, while he completed an internship) we attended church with her. Aunt Stephanie had to go to the front of the chapel at one point, to lead the Primary children in singing some Christmas songs. When she returned to the pew where we were sitting, she began to laugh as she slid past Mike. I looked over to see why she was giggling and saw my husband smiling back at me, wearing his Bubba Teeth. I shot him a warning glance, and he shrugged and blinked at me like, "What?" He didn't keep them in for very long, and for that I am truly grateful.



When Mike puts in his Bubba Teeth, he channels some sort of dirty old man and does this tongue thrust thing as he chases me around asking for a kiss. I, of course, recoil in horror...which seems to encourage him in chasing me down. On the Sunday we went to Aunt Stephanie's ward, Mike put his Bubba Teeth back in his mouth as we were walking to our cars, after church. I began to do a little channeling of my own, and tried to whack him with my purse like a stereotypical old lady. He's lucky we weren't at our home ward because I always seem to have at least 3 bags over my shoulder on any given Sunday. Usually, I am like a pack mule at church with all kinds of bags and stuff to carry-Yeah, I could have whacked him with multiple bags had we been at home. I was tempted to throw my scriptures at him at Stephanie's ward but, I decided that wouldn't be a good example to my boys.



So now.....feast your eyes on the visual splendor that are...............Bubba Teeth...

Now, I feel a little nauseated...even though I think my kids and husband are adorable...normally.

Yeah, uh huh... thanks again, Aunt Stephanie~ and, as mentioned in the previous post, when I say, "thanks" I mean, "grrrrrrrr"...

December 2006 (Evan 9 years and 5 months old, Adam 6 years and 5 months old and Brian 3 years and 7 months old)