My wife told my son that once we got into the car, he could have something to eat. It shouldn’t be that difficult as we had just gone shopping. Of course, between paying for parking, loading the car getting everyone in and buckled in something was missed. It only took a few minutes driving to discover the problem was nothing to chew on. Not food, not gum.
So, I suggested why don’t you chew on your tongue but do it softly. It must have seemed like a good idea as he did give it a try. Of course this wasn’t quite as satisfying.
“Papa, it ithn’t helping”