Momma beed mad on me today and she sayed; heavens to Betsy, George, I telled you for to stop suckin' yous paw; and now look on you. Yous teeth is BUCKED! Which, I thunk that beed a very bad word for Momma to be sayin' 'bout my teeths. Then she tole me I gots a go at the dentist shop; but I is not gonna go. Absotootly not. I smiled on Momma an showed her; see Momma, I sayed, my teeths bees fine. Just my lips bees a little bit too short is all. Prawly theys gonna grow.