for months cc has sucked on the wrong end of the toothbrush, or tried to comb his hair with it. sometimes he gripped it between his toes or stroked his pa's chest with it.
somehow tonight, following oh so many distraction techniques, the little mister has gotten the hang of it. asking ta-teets, ta-teets (his way of saying toothbrush) and sitting upright in the chamomile suds, he contentedly scrubbed away at his tiny set of teeth, then swallowed all the mild toothpaste froth down with a smile. so tonight will be remembered for the time our handsome cc finally made friends with his special ta-teets.