Kid 1 was brushing his teeth this morning. He happens to be an excellent brusher. Lots of scrubby-action (in fact, I'm a little concerned we may be wearing through the gum line...but I digress).
At any rate, all that scrubbiness does generate some foam (imagine your child beginning to resemble a rabid dog).
Instead of spitting into the sink...he uses his fingers to push the foamy-watermelon-flavored-grossness BACK INTO HIS MOUTH!
Me: Uh-uh...don't do that. That's yuck. Spit it out instead.
Him: Blank stare.
At this point, I have a flashback to dinner two nights ago...when I sent him to time out for spitting out some food he didn't like. When he came back to the table, I explained to him that we must chew wht is in our mouth, even if its not our favorite (I believe my words were "Uh-uh...don't do that. That's yuck.")
Oh my poor, confused boy-child. I am so very sorry.
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