Owen was having an angry morning today. He didn’t want to do anything to cooperate (of course we had to get out the door and off to camp) and he had every excuse in the book not to brush his teeth, from “I hate toothpaste” to “I hate bristles.” Don’t even get me started on the fact that we don’t say the word “hate” in our house (or apparently one of us does).
At least he didn’t say he hated me, because he pretty much said everything else, including, “I don’t like you and I wish you were never my mother.” Ah, music to the ears.
Finally went to brush his teeth with those hated bristles, and when he came back, the first thing he said was, “I love you, Mommy.” I thanked him, reciprocated and couldn’t keep myself from mentioning the sudden change of tune. Owen, who has an answer for everything, explained: “I think it was love toothpaste.”
If that’s all it takes to have a great day, I should definitely market that stuff….
