Today, I found it. A blue Colgate that went MIA a few months ago. I pulled back the basket in the bottom of our linen closet that houses my foofy girl lotions, and there it was, hanging out with the dustbunnies and a frazzled cottonball.
The thing is, this is not my first toothbrush that has gone missing. There have been pink ones, green ones, and orange ones. Crests, Oral-B's and Reaches. I used to relish in the simple joy of keeping my little toothbrush neatly on the counter or stowed in my bathroom drawer....alas, no more. Now it must hide in the rafters of the aforementioned linen closet.
Yep, Liv has an affinity for toothbrushes. Not her own, mind you. Not even Camille's. Not Daddy's. Nope. Just mine. If I leave my toothbrush unchaperoned even for a moment, it finds it's way instantaneously to her little mouth and later left near the floorboards, in her dresser drawers, or under one of her babies in the basement.
I could complain...and I have....but I must stop and love this time. For there will be a day in the not-so-distant future when, on a trip, she will have forgotten her toothbrush and in an attempt to save her from hygenical turmoil, I'll offer to let her borrow mine...to which she'll reply, "Mom, that is like so completely gross."
So for now, I'll just enjoy the fact that she loves the intimacy of sharing my toothbrush.
1 comment:
That is hilarious! Trey is our toothbrush collector here as well.
However, in our house, everyone's toothbrush is fair game! Plus I can't seem to get him past the eating toothpaste phase. Ick!
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