Mama, what’s that thing there? First comment A makes as soon as she opens her eyes.
What thing?
That thing…she points to the floss on my bedside table.
Oh, that’s my floss.
Why?
What do you mean why?
Why there?
Oh, I was using it last night.
Why?
To floss my teeth.
Why do you flaauuusss your teet, mama?
To take out food that gets stuck in my teeth.
Why food stuck in teet?
Well, it does when you eat.
Why eat? (sweetie, this is something I wonder too given my ever expanding girth)
To stay healthy. (sounding politically correct)
Oh....I see...Good!
Appearing satisfied, she gets off the bed, grabs my hand and with her booming voice, demanded,
Take me to the bathroom, mama. I want to brush my teet.
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