It would be absolutely adorable if he weren’t screaming bloody, snotty, stinking murder any time he is NOT standing on this stool “brushing” his teeth.
Just try and take this tooth brush from me. “All done,” you say? Go ahead and add that cute clap. Oh, and now you turned off the lights? How’s that working for you? This ain’t my first rodeo, momma.
You know you love me.
I’ll be in the bathroom if you need me, rinsing Nater’s toothbrush. Over and over and over and over.
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