"Is my mouth crooked?"

That is what Clark asked me yesterday. I looked at him, trying to figure out why he asked that question. I smiled and told him “no” that his mouth was not crooked. A short while later the question came again. “Is my mouth crooked?” as he pushed his face up close to mine. I again smiled and told him no. Soon he was at it again “Is my mouth crooked?” I tried to reassure him it wasn't. When I looked at his furrowed brow I could tell he was not convinced so I took his jaw in my hands and making loud machine-like noises I pretended to straighten his mouth. He smiled. I smiled. And Phil burst out laughing. “Do it again.” Phil commanded. I did. It must have worked; Clark stopped asking if his mouth was crooked.