"Dinner is ready," said Dad. "Come and get it."
Tania had a front tooth, a biting tooth, a loose tooth. Tania's biting front tooth was just a little loose.
"What have you got for dinner, Mrs Spot? What have you got in your cooking pot? Is it cold? Is it hot? Will we like it, Mrs Spot?" "Soup!" "Thanks a lot, Mrs Spot!"