From upstairs, sounds of merriment. A little too much merriment. Beloved goes up to investigate.
*laughter*
*indignant sounds from Beloved*
*silence*
I look up as Beloved comes back down the stairs, his eyeballs visibly rolling. I’m almost afraid to ask.
“Remember those new electric toothbrushes I bought last week?” he asks.
I nod.
“They were racing them across the bathroom floor.”
I pause, considering. “Um, they had wheels?”
“No!”
Ick.
Delightful.
I always bring ny toothbrush anywhere I go to sleep but this does make it even clearer as a necessity.
Althought, most electric toothbrushes have replacement brushes…
For a long time I wondered when my kids would develop that sense of revulsion that one gets regarding touching every surface in a bathroom. From my small sampling size, it seems to be around age 7/8.
Hilarious anecdote….
Finola, I’m not convinced boys *ever* develop that sense of revulsion. Certainly no sign of it here — and very odd looks from them when they see me expressing it, too!
Who won the race?