A Whole New Meaning To Getting Your Mouth Washed Out

Katie is the "toothbrush girl" most nights. I usually ask her if she would help me get everyone's toothbrush ready with toothpaste. Last night she handed Adam's toothbrush to him (probably with a sheepish grin on her face, too bad I wasn't lookin') and he started brushing when in midbrush he exclaimed, "yuck! this isn't toothpaste Katie, this is soap!" "Katie why did you put soap on my toothpaste?!"

I could not keep a straight face. I was investigating the situation, asking Katie if she put soap on the brush, etc... Dan was crackin' up, I was trying to be a "good" mother and get to the bottom of this little act of, shall I call it wickedness?

I have to admit, Adam has had a fresh mouth lately, and not minty fresh, so I was thinkin' he could use a little "wash out." Whatever possessed Katie...I don't know, but she really got him good. What can I say? I just told her not to put soap on Adam's toothbrush again or I'd put soap on hers.

Dan said that she probably gets this practical joking from me; he reminded me of the time I put topical anesthetic on his toothbrush and his lips went numb as he was brushing...that memory still sends me into a fit of uncontrollable laughter!