He's even making the right face. When he's done he comes running out to show me his "close shave."
Peter loves to brush his teeth--it may have something to do with the dab of minty, low-fluoride toothpaste. If I say, "time to brush teeth," he squeals and runs into the bathroom.
Still at it.
Eliot has decided it's high time he took flossing into his own hands. |
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