When I Grow Up...

After the nightly routine of brushing all the teeth in two little mouths, I hear the faint sound of running water. I follow it, trying to determine where it's coming from.

You would never believe who pulled up the stool and decided he is big enough to start brushing his teeth at the sink all by himself...


He did everything right - well, except he simply ate the toothpaste instead of cleaning his teeth with it, but heck, a little bit won't kill him.

He seems to be a vigorous little brusher. That plaque doesn't stand a chance!

The best part about it was how he had to stand on the very tip of his sausages toes just to reach over the sink.

That and the fact that he's the only one who leaves the bathroom with no toothpaste on the walls, mirror, clothing, towel, floor, lightswitch, countertop....