Since Logan tested positive for strep I decided to heed the advice of a nurse-friend and throw away all of the toothbrushes in the house. This meant an exciting trip to the store to buy new ones, right? Not so, for Logan. The mere suggestion that we would be throwing away even one toothbrush, much less ALL of them sent her into a panic.
On the way to the store to buy new toothbrushes the tears started. A bit of a hoarder, Logan has a hard time parting with anything and these "strep-y" toothbrushes were special. Never mind the fact that she could be spreading strep to the rest of us, to send her beloved toothbrushes to the landfill was intolerable. After proclaiming the uniqueness and affection for each toothbrush, she then raised her voice and, through the tears shouted, "This is the WORST DAY EVER!" I assured her that we would honor the old toothbrushes with a special ceremony and would say a blessing over them.
Fast foward 4 hours to teeth brushing time. I had the girls each take their old toothbrushes (all 6 of them) and place them in the trash can. Then, as I helped them open the new packages of toothbrushes, Logan reminded me... "I thought we were going to say a blessing." Sooooo..... we had to stop the teeth brushing, gather around the trash can and thank God for sending those toothbrushes and for the work they accomplished during their time in our home. Amen.
THEN! After the teeth were adequately brushed and I had finished cleaning out the drawer dividers that housed the old ones, Ellis reached for a clorox wipe to clean off her frothy mouth. I grabbed it quickly and said, "No honey - those are for counters." She didn't miss a beat replying, "I'm a counter!" (get it? 1...2...3...4...) Yes you are, E, yes you are.
