Yes, that magic elixir called "toothpaste"! I've had my teeth brushed before, just not here. That doesn't matter, really. What matters is the toothpaste! I mean, yes, OK, we brushed ...
|"Mmmeye need merrr toofpaste!"|
... and brushed ...
|"Ruffly. Merrr toofpaste!"|
... and then Mom said that was good enough, and called Dave over so she could do his teeth.
Did you know ... when she was doing Davy's teeth, she put the toothpaste and my toothbrush on the end table?!? Hmm ...
|"Hey, what's that over there, Mom? Look!"|
I had to be fast, but it was time to make my move! If I just put my feety-feet up on the chair ...
|"Come to Cammie, toothpaste!"|
You may have just witnessed my first breach of the infamous "No Sibes Allowed on the Furniture" rule!!! Maybe. Sigh.
|"So close, yet so far!"|
On the positive side, Mom says we get to do this all the time now! I think she better buy more toothpaste.