Brusha brusha brusha
July 30th, 2009
Since Miss Mouse is the proud possessor of four itty bitty teeth, we were instructed by our doc at the nine month checkup to start brushing those pearly whites. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be.
Happily, the problem is not that Miss Mouse objects to tooth cleansing. On the contrary, she loves it! I bought a little over-the-finger soft plastic brush and some “training toothpaste” that is supposed to taste yummy. Apparently, it does.
Whenever I get anywhere near her mouth with the toothbrush, Miss Mouse obligingly opens up cheerfully with excitement in her eyes…
…and then the minute I get my finger in there, she chomps down. Firmly. And relentlessly. She likes the flavor and really thinks she should get to eat the toothbrush. So there I am with my finger stuck in her mouth, trying to brush her teeth, but succeeding mostly in jiggling her entire head up and down and side to side as she holds on for dear life.
Then, when I decide I’ve removed as much plaque as I can, I pry the toothbrush out of her mouth and put it away. At which point, she starts crying to protest the gross unfairness of my behavior.