Wednesday, October 3, 2007


I just went downstairs to get the table ready and I hear John yelling to "D" (the little boy I watch) "D, do you want to brush your teeth??" He had gone into the bathroom, got all the toothbrushes and toothpaste and was doling them out like they were candy bars. Finn was already there brushing away - with the wrong toothbrush I might add.

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