Brushing your teeth

Sometimes brushing your teeth is the cutest thing of the day, and sometimes it’s the most trying thing that I do.  It goes like this:

Abby: It’s time to brush my teeth. I go hide

Daddy readies the toothbrush. You ‘hide’ under you covers.

Daddy: Is Abby in the hamper?

Abby (giggling): No!

Daddy: Is Abby in the closet?

Abby (giggling): No!

Daddy: Is Abby in the cradle?

Abby (giggling): No!

Daddy: Is Abby in the drawer?

Abby (giggling uncontrollably): No!

Daddy (uncovering Abby): Is Abby … under her blanket?

At which point you giggle like a maniac and say that you were hiding. I then brush your teeth which involves me usually holding down your arms so you don’t cover your mouth and your legs so you don’t kick me. And then I spend a couple of minutes trying to brush your teeth. Some nights I’m very successful … some nights I give up about half way through.

Tonight was one of the good nights.