“You don’t brush your baby brother’s teeth!”
This morning while I was attempting to get ready I put Fletcher down in his crib thinking it was the safest place for him and I finished doing my hair real quickly in my bathroom. When I got done my mother’s instinct radar kicked in and I went to go check on Fletcher and I caught Griffin climbing down from the chair he’d moved over to the crib and I see a few books he’d tossed into the crib and I notice that Fletcher’s face was all gummed up with drool… but so was his cheek, his hair, and his hood. I see Griffin running away with his toothbrush and toothpaste in his hand…. “Griffin, did you brush the baby’s teeth?” “No” he says as I see a blur of the back of his shirt. I think in 2 year old logic and ask again, “Griffin, did you TRY to brush the baby’s teeth?” (because clearly, he doesn’t have any!) and Griffin turns around and looks at me and says “Yaaa” with a big smile. I couldn’t help but laugh and was thankful it was the edible children’s toothpaste. Another one for the history books!