Teeth

While standing before the bathroom mirror, vigorously attacking the would be cavity causing plaque that insists upon being in my mouth, I became aware of two bright munchkin eyes and one wide little grin that had made their way up the toilet and onto the sink counter and were observing my every aggressive stroke.

Before even meeting his gaze, the munchkin declares his request in such high pitched, delighted terms as to communicate his certainty of already being accepted, "Tee, Tee! Me! Meeeee!"

What mother could resist such eager companionship in the war on plaque? So Daniel, armed with a little yellow tooth brush and more toothpaste than necessary, but less than he attempted to squeeze out, begins to mimic my every assault, carefully watching every move of my toothbrush. As the battle comes to an end, and I fill my mouth with water to wash away the offending plaque, Daniel eagerly scoops some into his mouth. And thinking what fun it is to have this little companion inches from my face, enamored with my every move, I slowly swish the water letting him attempt to repeat my actions and then spit it out. He too, still inches from my face, swishes the water, and, while looking straight at me... spits.