This morning, I was surprised to see my son up before me. He was hunched over the sink, clutching a toothbrush and grappling with a tube of toothpaste. I had a smile, delighted that he displayed a lot of will and initiative for a three year old. I leaned over and gave him an encouraging pat on the back. Then I realized he was clutching a purple toothbrush. I was overcome with horror. A bead of sweat ran down my mug as I wondered, “How long has this child been using my toothbrush?".
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