Monday, February 10, 2014
the missing toothbrush
Getting ready for bed I notice my husband moving things around in haste and searching through drawers and cupboards in the bathroom.
"What are you looking for?"
"My toothbrush! I think Hadden had it again."
As he moves into the bedroom to check under the bed, I have a faint recollection of where it might be. As usual, our toddler hung out with me as I got ready that morning and, as usual, he rifled through his father's toiletries. I silently retrieve the missing toothbrush and place it in his drawer, where he's already looked several times.
"Have you looked in your drawer?"
There were a few moments of silence before I ask again.
"Darling, have you checked the drawer?"
"My drawer? You mean where I always put it? Of course I checked there."
He paces into the bathroom and opens the drawer, grabbing the once-missing toothbrush at once.
"...alright...where was it this time?" He seems reluctant to hear my answer.
I don't respond because I'm busy trying to muffle my laugher in a towel.
He looks around the bathroom suspiciously.
"Was..." he begins at first, "Did he leave it on the floor of the shower?"
I try to suppress a rueful smile as he waffles between annoyance and amusement.
"BRUSH SIDE DOWN?!"
I wait a moment before responding diplomatically, "I'll buy you a new toothbrush tomorrow, dear."
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Hahaha! This is cute! We have similar issues in our house.
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