I adore movie theater popcorn soaked in butter. When I am dragged to see a movie that I may not have picked for myself or when a movie turns out to be oh so bad, the popcorn is usually enough to save the day. I have been bribed to see many movies this way. The only downside is that I always end up with as much popcorn in my teeth as in my stomach.
We went to see a movie tonight for the first time in a while, and I was ecstatic to lick my greasy fingers and to enjoy my popcorn. Even the pesky first piece that wedged itself between two of my molars was not enough to damper my excitement-- for a while, at least. However, I spent the rest of the movie wiggling my tongue around between my teeth in order to set my little friend free.
Enter Mr. Toothpick.