David got up this morning and because I never got to the store to buy toothpaste, like all week, and because he would never make me feel bad about it or give me a hard time or remember to do it himself and because he is a real trooper, he silently padded to the girl's "cow bathroom" this morning, in his bare feet and underwear, toothbrush in hand, and brushed his teeth...with the girl's Princess toothpaste.
It was a bit sad really. I mean if he had a better wife, he'd be using Crest or something, like other lucky husbands.
It was Lucy who ratted him out. "Daddy is using my Princess toothpaste, Mommy!" This made her very happy. And he seemed to enjoy the pink foam in his mouth. (Or perhaps this was wishful thinking)
But I got the message - I bought some real toothpaste today. Crest. Only the best for my terrific husband.
I'm sure he's feeling like he hit the jack pot...