“…These teeth…These teeth are clean.”
It’s a good thing that god’s gift to humanity has time for the little things. Like oral hygiene. “Suffer the little children to come unto me, for theirs is floss, and toothbrushes, and sugar-free dum-dums.”
Okay, I confess, by the standard of “original artwork found in thrift shops,” this is actually tolerably not-terrible. But the vague, glazed expression of the little girl as she looks…somewhere…maybe at the ceiling, maybe at the stray forelock–JC did NOT use enough hair product today–really made this for me. That in the incredibly INTENSE stare of the boy behind Big J.
“Ohmigod. Ohmigod! I’m going to sit on his lap and ask for a PONY!! And a Red Rider BB-Gun!” That’s an unvarnished “wetting myself with excitement” expression. Check my molars next!
The kiddies in the foreground gently amusing. The little blonde–oh so blonde–girl is so completely sincere, concerned, and, again, vague and unfocused. She’s saying “So, is it going to have to come out? Can you make it quick? ‘Cause we really don’t have insurance.”
And the kid in the back shouts “PULL IT! BOOYAH!” Or something very similar. He’s probably going to run back with a plumber’s wrench if JC takes too much longer with his examination. “Verily, I say unto you, crappers, calm down! He’s just got some tartar build-up, put thou the plumber’s wrench away!” Always with practical, loving words of wisdom, that JC.