Last evening I was getting Andy ready for bed. Since Shawn is away for a few weeks I am trying to do as much multi-tasking as I can to get things done with two little children. So while I was toweling him off after his bath, I already had the toothbrush ready to go. Actually I had the handle in my mouth so I had two free hands.
When I was done drying him he took the initiative and grabbed the toothbrush from out of my mouth.
Actually the word is "ripped". He ripped his toothbrush out of my mouth.
I yelled, "Ow!"
He got a deeply concerned look on his face and said, "I'm so sorry, Mommy! Did I take out some of your teeth?"
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