The Demise of a Toothbrush

Today's been a great day with Baby H. We took a field trip to Petsmart and the local library, then came home and she's been playing until we got ready to put her to bed. Then it happened.

Recently, she's had a penchant for brushing her teeth. This usually means finding her toothbrush and walking around chewing on it. However, when hers is put away, mine is also a good substitute. Since it's in a lower drawer in the bathroom, it's well within her reach.

While we were changing her in the bathroom tonight before putting her to bed, she wriggled away and grabbed my toothbrush, then squatted on the bath mat and started brushing her teeth. We just laughed at her and thought it was cute, until she barfed all over my toothbrush and the mat. The squash and turkey mash all over the brush pretty well ended my desire to use it again.

I think I've got one of the free ones you get from the dentist buried in the back of a drawer somewhere . . .