Thursday, May 11, 2006

Brusha brusha brusha

It is never too early in life for proper oral hygiene. Except possibly before you have teeth. Not a problem with Emmett, he has 6 razor sharp fangs for biting me. Yesterday, he was climbing along a coffee table, and before I could stop him, he'd stuck the butt from a dirty old cigarette into his mouth from out of the ash tray. Eww!! He nearly bit the hand off me when I was pulling all the bits out again, he was incredibly put out that I'd stolen his lunch like that. Anyway, I put the ash tray away and let him down again and he went for the table, and when he got as far as where the ash tray HAD been, he started crying out of disappointment that it wasn't there anymore. If he ends up a smoker, I'll string Stephen up alive.  Posted by Picasa

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