Tuesday night, Mark texted a friend I was with that Coop had figured out the whole 9-volt tongue problem. The next day, Coop asked if I wanted him to do it again. “No” I said. Becket double dogged dared him and that was it. So I told him to at least wait for me to get my camera.
He did. And he asked, “Do you really want me to do it?” “Naw. Do it only if you want. No. No one dies from it.” I said at least four times.
He did it. Twice. And “forced” his brother too.