I brushed Baby X's teeth the other morning and left him upstairs while I went down to do something. When I reached the bottom step I heard the clangor of of the metal lid for our tooth brush holder and assumed Baby X had gone back for his tooth brush, which he loves. When I found him, this is what he looked like. He'd run far away to a corner of the big kids' room and had the entire family's toothbrushes in his mouth, "brushing" his teeth. Ick.
An avid reader, sometimes writer, wife, mom, homeschooler, baker of yummy treats. I grew up in California, jumped around the United States (Kansas, Virginia, Ohio) and somehow ended up in Beijing China.