Took Jr. and Girlfriend to Cincy for Easter.
Next morning Jr. looks over Seeester's balcony to the kitchen, yelling at me with a mouth full of foam.
"Hey, what color is your toothbrush"? I say, "Blue," which sends him running and spitting, and then brushing with the green one.
Girlfriend then screams, "Ew! MINE is the green one!" They're both freaked out.
Funny, but it's true; trading spit during a kiss is different than sharing a toothbrush. Funnier yet was the look on Jr.'s face when he thought he'd shared his Mom's toothbrush.
Even better is that I knew the new one I got him was blue; mine's purple.
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