Upon returning from our first-ever family trip to Branson, Hubby soaked all our toothbrushes in mouthwash. You know, to get off that vacation-funk.
Saturday morning me and the kids walk into the bathroom to brush our teeth when Little Missy spies the toothbrushes in the “cleaning solution,” asks “What’s that?“ – and before I can tell her not to – dips her finger in the blue stuff, puts said finger into her mouth and proclaims “That’s yummy.”
To which I say: You would like it, Little Missy. You who did not eat sopapillas for dessert yesterday because they had honey on them, you who gagged at a cup of root beer because it sat too close to G’s peanut butter sandwich, you who now apparently likes a medicine-y, mint-y, ALCOHOL-filled OTC remedy for bad breath that is only suggested for those over the age of 12.
YOU WOULD.
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Missed you guys!
I love it…..she is a hoot!
Miss you all!
Amanda
Isn’t it funny how our kids can get to us in ways they don’t even know. Why is it that kids like things that are disgusting just because they know they shouldn’t have them and then something perfectly yummy is disgusting to them?!