Last night, while walking back from the grocery store, SharkBoy was about 4 steps ahead of me and I was overcome to do something to his ice cream (come on, he made ME carry it home and I can’t have any of it!). I quickly ripped off the top and looked down at the pure ecru tub of sugary goodness. I must act fast! What to do? Plant my face into it a la Mrs Doubtfire? Well, close…<\/p>\n
I stuck my face\/teeth into it and dragged my upper jaw across the top and scooped out a healthy chunk. Lid back on, wipe my face, act natural. Smile!<\/p>\n
We get back into the apartment and I put down the tub. I put away the rest of the food and innocently ask “Are you going to have some ice cream during Dexter<\/em>?”<\/p>\n “ICE CREAM!” he shouts and pulls off the top.<\/p>\n He stops. <\/p>\n He does a double take at the gaping hole.<\/p>\n He goes white when he realizes the hole is actually a bite mark. <\/p>\n I’m dying. Using my best Team America ACTING<\/em> I say “Holy shit! Those are teeth marks!!”<\/p>\n