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.
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I remember waking up to the sound of your toothbrush every morning when you were doing your internship at the capitol building. Remember?!?
Now I have one.
But I'd probably throw it away if it ever touched the toilet...
I'm glad this happened now, or I'd suspect foul play on the one you sent us. Which we love, by the way. Thank you so much.
You were right to throw away the toothbrush head--the thing that touches your mouth. But unless you can fit that handle in your mouth, sanitizing it should suffice. Will Jon ever hold your hand again?
I know from experience--everything can be washed.
i used on of those fancy guys once and i felt like a five year old. i couldnt keep my toothpasty spit from going everywhere and it tickled so much i was laughing hysterically (while drooling mind you)
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