Last night I was sitting on the couch in the living room and listening to Shawn and Reilly in the bathroom. Shawn was leading Reilly through her bedtime ritual. I heard the water turn on in the sink, and then Reilly shouted out, “That’s spicy!” which let me know she was brushing her teeth.
You see, being the parents we are, we bought Reilly three different kinds of organic, safe-to-swallow, mild-flavored, ridiculously expensive toothpastes, none of which she liked. We should have known that Reilly would not want her own toothpaste. She wants mommy and daddy’s toothpaste.
So, we let her have a bit of our Crest on her toothbrush. Every night when she first puts it in her mouth and the minty tingle hits her tongue, she exclaims, “That’s spicy!”
I have considered teaching her the word ‘minty’ in place of ‘spicy’ but it is just so damn cute hearing her yell out “That’s spicy!” each night, that I just haven’t been able to do it.
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