You used my what?!

Another morning and another dramatic moment in my lovely home!

ASid let me know that he is throwing his toothbrush in the garbage and inquired if we had any new ones to spare. I told him to look under the sink and obviously, he couldn't find the new toothbrushes; I had to step in to help him. First thing I noticed was that my toothbrush was missing from the counter top!! And then I saw it in the garbage bin!!

What?! Why did ASid throw my toothbrush in the garbage?!

Some of you may wonder what my toothbrush is doing in the boys' washroom in the first place?!

So many questions and so much time to answer them all!

I may have mentioned this before. The boys and I love showers and so, the 3 of us use the shower stall in the main bedroom. Craigley is our bath baby and he uses the tub in the boys' washroom. The toothbrushes, mainly Hans' and mine, travel between both the washrooms. That's why my toothbrush was in the boys' washroom. For whatever reason, it is mostly in the boys' washroom.

And now, to answer my own question from a few sentences ago - ASid threw away my toothbrush as it was also his toothbrush!! Craigley couldn't get over how I didn't know that my toothbrush was being used by ASid?! That may be the million dollar question on most intelligent minds. What can I say but this: ASid brushes his teeth at 9:30 pm and I brush my teeth at 11:30 pm; with all the heat that's been on with the cold spring we have been experiencing, the toothbrush was dry as firewood by the time I got to it after ASid had used it! Similar situation in the mornings as well; there is always a considerable gap between our brushing times. I guess I was too busy or too tired to notice.

 

My first reaction was of total disgust. I shared a toothbrush with a teenage boy who quite often has displayed signs of questionable hygiene ‎in the recent past. My insides did an involuntary movement. I looked at my first born like "how could you do this to me?"; like it is the worst possible act on his part. ASid said, as a matter of fact, something like this, "Sorry Mom! This happened with Dad as well a few weeks ago!" Seriously?! And Craigley has the audacity to wonder how I missed the signs?! And how oblivious is ASid?!

I have an intense desire to label everything now. This revelation has left a bad taste in my mouth...quite literally.

But then on another literal note, this boy of mine partied in my womb for 39 odd weeks and depended on everything that came through my mouth for his survival. Given that big picture, a shared toothbrush should be a non-issue! So, I will give this a rest and move onto a real issue...even if it doesn't exist now, it will show up soon! Till then, keep an eye on those toothbrushes.
 

Piece of ice!

As the weather gets warmer, some parents bring popsicles at pickup. Their children hand them out to the first few lucky kids and the others are literally left in the dust!‎ The other day, Hans got the last popsicle. I didn't see it as I was engaged in a conversation with another parent. Later on, one of the parents remarked that Hans gave it to this kid who is 2 years younger than him. She felt that Hans was very kind and generous. However, I was a little suspicious of such unusual behaviour. Hans loves popsicles. I couldn't help it and asked Hans about it. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "It is just a piece of ice!" I reminded him that he loves that piece of ice. He shrugged again and said something like, "I can always go out and buy some more...I actually have better popsicles at home! Can we go home now?!" 

Hans was only generous as he knew he had better popsicles at home. If we didn't have them at home, that piece of ice would have been a treasure and I doubt he would have parted with it so easily.

My lesson for the day: If someone praises my child, I must bask in that glorious moment. I must not question it, but just accept it. It should be a piece of cake and not a piece of ice!