The routine continued night after night, telling K to brush his teeth, him heading up to the bathroom, returning shortly after and us asking him if he'd brushed his teeth. Yeah Mom (or Yeah Dad)! he'd sigh, exasperated. We tested his tooth brush to see if it was wet. I suspect he'd just run the brush under the water and put it away, calling the deed done.
Both Craig and I suspected his deception but it seemed harmless until it continued for so long.
Finally, Craig asked him why he didn't want to brush his teeth and when he answered I was annoyed with myself that I didn't realize it sooner.

Inarguable logic for a 6-year-old. He's always heard that your teeth will fall out if you don't take care of them so it should work to serve those pesky baby teeth an eviction.
He's going to have some strong adult teeth when they finally erupt, but that doesn't matter to him today. To him baby teeth equal baby boy.
He doesn't see what I see when I look at him.
Do you see?
0 people like me!:
Post a Comment