One by One

I’m sure you are all familiar with the morning and evening battle called brushing my teeth. It’s not that I don’t like to brush my teeth; it’s the good fight of preventing any type of cleaning to occur that I love! One night after eating a chocolate chip cookie, my mother insisted that I open my mouth so that she could get the chocolate out. I decided that I wanted to see the chocolate. Opening wide, I allowed my mother to scrub every white space in my mouth and then showed me the chocolate. Ever since then, this tactic has worked wonders as I love to see what my tooth brush looks like after a good scrubbing.