We have a lot of toothbrushes. Even though only five of us have teeth, I counted six near my bathroom sink alone. I did not count the sandy one in the bathtub or the blue one on the floor.
My brush is yellow. It is often damp when I reach for it before bed. I never thought much about this, until tonight, when I glanced in the bathroom and saw Katie loading it up with paste.
“Hey, that’s my toothbrush!” I yelled.
“No, it’s MY toothbrush!” she replied. “How long have you been using it?”
“I have used it since I bought it,” I said, “for ME. How long have YOU been using it?”
Katie shrugged, “Maybe a month or two.” Then she turned away and started brushing.
I’m not sure what bothered me most: that she had been using it for so long or that I hadn’t noticed until now.
Guess I’m using the one on the floor tonight.
Kids are gross.