Toothbrush Tales

My son loves toothbrushes. I don't know why. He just does. He has 5 of them. 7 if you count Jacob & I's - which he thinks are his.

If he ever disappears in the house, and he's quiet, we know exactly where to find him. He's managed to somehow sneak into the bathroom, and is digging through a drawer to find... you guessed it. Toothbrushes.


They usually go directly into his dirty mouth. Which, I guess, is a much better option than into the dirty toilet... I really don't want to know if my toothbrush has ever been in the toilet. I'm sure it's not a matter of "if", but "when". I just refuse to think about it.


Sometimes he tries to "wash" things with them - like the hallway mirror, his stuffed dinosaur... hopefully he's never tried it out on Gidget's butt (our cat). And if he has, hopefully he had Jacob's toothbrush that day.


And he loves to carry them all around with him, like prized possessions - lately he thinks the empty tissue paper box makes for a great carrying case!


He knows which toothbrushes are his parents'. And those are the ones he prefers to carry and stick in his own mouth. And make silly faces with.


Practicality has forced me to be less of a germ-a-phob when it comes to my toothbrush. Otherwise I'd have to replace it daily. It's great that with coupons, we get toothbrushes free. But that doesn't mean I need to buy a case a week.


Whatever I buy, Nathan would find a way to steal it, too.


Hopefully by the time he's grown, he'll be over his need to always carry a toothbrush around the house with him. Maybe he'll grow up to be a dentist, instead.


Then he can much more effectively clean his parents' & sister's teeth without everyone grossing out.