"Mama, can I go to the dentist?"
"One day you can."
"No, today. Can you take me there today?"
"No, not today. Why do you want to got to the dentist so bad all of a sudden?"
"'Cause, Mama. I want that dentist to take these teeth right here out (pointing to his top front teeth), and make them gold."
"Gold?"
"Yeah, Mama. I want me some gold teeth."
I'll break it to him later that no respectable cowboy/cattle farmer/frontiersman would have gold front teeth.
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