Daffy Duck

Me: “So, how was the dentist today?”
Troy: “Good.”
Me: “What did he say about your wiggly tooth? Is it coming out soon?”
Troy: “Yeah, probably.”
Me: “Mama said that you don’t have just one, but four wiggly teeth!”
Troy: “Yeah, they’re the four in the front.”
Me: “That’s going to be rough, especially if you lose them all at the same time. You’ll be whistling when you talk.”
Troy: “No, I won’t!”
Me: “Yes, you will! It’ll be like the wind through an open window. You won’t even be able to stop it. You’ll be whistling while you’re sleeping too. Every time you breathe out, you’ll wake yourself up! You’ll be spitting on everything too.”
Troy: “What?! Why would I be spitting on everything?!”
Me: “Because there won’t be anything to hold it back anymore. Your teeth act as a barrier to keep the spit from flying, but without them…everything is drenched!”
Troy [laughing]: “That’s so funny.”
Me: “I’m serious. You’re going to be like Daffy Duck. You won’t be able to help it.”