Thursday, April 29, 2010
At least, it was happy. Until, with a swift move of my elbow, I sent it across the bathroom and directly into the toilet. Yes, the toilet. The most unhallowed act you can bestow on a toothbrush. Luckily with my mothering instincts (they do exist!) I didn't hesitate a second to stick my arm in there to grab it. The resulting look on Jon's face was much worse than having an arm dripping with toilet water. A much cleaner person than I am, he was beyond horrified. I apologized to him, I apologized to the toothbrush. I threw away the brush head, I scrubbed with Clorox wipes. And while he has forgiven me, I'm afraid that the memory of my sin will remain and scar this toothbrush forever.
Posted by Malorie at 4:04 PM