After all the extending of our extended family we may have cracked it...a dentist among us.
Little brother has taken to heart the lesson of brushing teeth regularly. It is absolutely his favourite thing to do. So much so that every time the bathroom doors opens he is running down the hallway - pointing a chubby little crooked finger and grunting - 'uh, uh, uh'.
Amazing how much you can communicate with only a grunt and a pointer pointing in the wrong direction.
He is pointing at the toothbrushes and toothpaste, and obviously has a bad case of that furry feeling. But every time I go to the bathroom... here comes the little grunter, and boy do we have a tantrum if we cant keep our (limited number of) pearlers in tip top condition. He mostly chews on the brush, and sticks it under the tap for a rinse cycle.
It doesn't fit with my mental picture of a 'good mother' when I hear myself saying - 'No, dear, we only brush our teeth twice a day'. ' No you CANNOT brush your teeth!'. 'Not again!'.
Hopefully this is the start of a lifelong habit which will translate into free dental care and other perks for his parents. Meanwhile I will keep both the toilet and bathroom door closed at all times, and encourage everything (including personal hygiene) in moderation!
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