So, my sweet, adorable son comes out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth this morning to show me his accomplishment.
“Look Mom! I have almost scrubbed the yellow off my front teeth!”
(The boy has had some trouble keeping the front choppers squeaky clean.)
“Yes, bud, they are looking much better!”
“So I can stop brushing them soon right?”
Somehow, I think the boy has missed the whole ‘three-times-a-day-for-the-rest-of-your-life’ part of the teeth brushing instructions.