You went to your left, feeling it was definitely your best option since the mix was getting smaller in the other directions. However, with your back turned, you were completely caught off-guard when four fingers picked you up and lifted you from the bowl.
"What's the name of this movie?" Claire asked as she placed more of the mix into her mouth.
"Honey, We Shrunk Ourselves," one of her friends answered.
"Those poor men are going to be eaten!" your mom commented.
The fingers that held you moved in your mom's direction, but the only way you knew that was because you could see Claire and her friends getting farther away from you. The dark room suddenly got even darker when you were placed into her mouth, which quickly welcome you to your new home. Your mom's moist tongue carelessly tossed her own son between her teeth, where she chewed you apart and swallowed before getting more.
"Mmm! What did you put in this?" she asked Claire as your remains travelled to her stomach.
"Nothing new, Mom."
"Hey, have you gotten any word yet from your brother? He wasn't here for kindergarten this morning when I ate breakfast."
Claire laughed and grinded more trail mix between her teeth. "Nope, and I don't know where Mr. Transfer is either."
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