The very first word JT uttered was toothbrush. That fact amuses me because his toothbrushing habits haven’t always been what I might hope. When he had braces, I hounded him to brush and he mostly did so. The removal of his braces and the addition of a retainer has also made brushing more desirable from his point of view. That’s progress. Naturally, he at once demanded a new toothbrush.
Santa obliged and put a pink toothbrush in his Christmas stocking. Santa wasn’t being mean; JT’s manhood is not threatened by pink. But I also have a pinkish toothbrush (it has the name of my dentist and looks different if one is paying attention…ahem). And now you know where this story is headed.
One morning last week I realized that JT’s toothbrush was bone dry. So I told him to brush. “I already did,” he said.
“Then why is your toothbrush dry?” I asked.
He rolled into the bathroom, genuinely concerned, and I began to think that he had brushed. He checked out the toothbrushes, realized he had used mine, and offered a thought, “Who is the super genius who got us toothbrushes that are the same color?”
As he attempted to spit out the rest of my germs into the sink, I reminded him of the manner in which he entered the world. This wasn’t quite the comfort I had hoped it would be. So later that week I scored a multipack of new toothbrushes in colors unlikely to be confusing.
The silver lining of this story is the fact that the boy is brushing before I nag him to do so. Successful parenting, y’all!