Every night Jonathan ends his bath by standing up and making a "tsch tsch" sound. This is his pronouncement that bath time is over, and on to teeth brushing. Every night, given his eagerness to do so, I have new hope that we'll be able to brush without a battle of wills. He wants the child's tooth paste ("yummy!!"). I want to scour his teeth till they shine.
Usually neither of us wins completely, and Ramont has to intervene with an outsider's cool objectivity. Oh, but my patience is in short supply.
But it really isn't so bad either.
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Oh, how lovely! Jonathan, you are quite the lil' man and have often been topic of conversation at our house. Just yesterday Joel said, "Look at Elena swagger around....just like Johnny did when he was her age. But he was also able to climb into the sandbox, which I don't think Elena would be able to do. Oh, that Johnny....".
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