I walked into the bathroom tonight to find Leah brushing her teeth.
With my toothbrush.
I stopped in the doorway and just stared at her while she continued brushing—oblivious. Her hands moving deftly in front of her face so as to create a consummate pattern of tight little circles against her teeth with the head of the brush. Still completely unaware of her error, she smiled.
I didn't even need to look down at the sink to confirm my fear—I had handled that brush many times before and I knew it well—but thinking that perhaps I just might be mistaken, i looked anyways.
I looked. And just as I had expected, there sat the other two brushes (both hers) in their peaceful, blue plastic-cup home. Yes, it was indeed my toothbrush with which she now so carefully cleaned and yet only moments ago had so carelessly selected.
"Um...Sweetheart, that's my toothbrush."
Even after marriage, some things should remain "un"shared.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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6 comments:
Yancy,
Some things are just private if I use Arlene's comb in the morning see gets very upset...I guess some things are sacred. I'm glad I haven't used her tooth brush yet.
Love, DAD
I never congratulated you on getting married, so here is my official congratulations- in a blog post. Not classy, I know, but it's the best I can do right now. Hope everything is great. And I met your wife- I thought she was amazing so I'm guessing she's still a keeper even after the toothbrush fiasco.
This one got me laughing...
Hmmmm....I seem to recall sharing my toothbrush with you, Miya and Lucie all at one point or another when you didn't come prepared...
Haha that was great; thanks for sharing. Just wondering: Are you implying that you haven't gotten accustomed to your wife's "cooties" yet? ;)
Um ok aunt Kris has to say " YOU SWAP SPIT"!!
You do kiss her, right? What's the big deal? At least with the tooth brush there was "soap" involved.
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