Day 45: Toothbrush Queen

Colette is so good at brushing Rex' teeth, she's toothbrush royalty. I hadn't seen her in action until yesterday morning and when I did, I fell in love with her all over again. Seriously. I felt like I was 23 again. She was so smooth, I heard jazz, so stupendous, I saw stars, so pretty, she broke the mirror. It's hard to believe this was the first time I saw her do it, but we're on different toothbrush schedules--she does the morning, when I'm at work, and I do nighttime, when she's downstairs with Asia.

I knew I was doing something wrong when Rex would repeatedly ask for Mommy when I attempted to brush his teeth. I don't blame him. I wasn't good at it--he'd always cry--but I did my best. Rex needed assistance because left to himself, he sucks on the toothbrush and swallows the toothpaste, leaving the brush completely clean, like it's a lollipop. An X-ray of his stomach would show a big blue blob in his belly, twinkling with white sparkles, smelling like mint. It's an understatement to say Rex prefers Mommy's toothbrush help over mine.

So when I finally observed her in action, and Rex saw that I was watching, he made this face like, "This is how it's done, stupid." And guess what? I tried it tonight and it worked! He actually smiled and laughed during it, a completely opposite reaction than I've been getting. The transaction wasn't blemish-free. I did sweat, and I did end up with toothpaste on my shirt. But, toothpaste on my shirt is better than toothpaste in Rex' stomach, thanks to my lovely wife, the Toothbrush Queen.