Last week, I returned from brushing my teeth upstairs to find this in the kitchen:
Two babies covered in cocoa powder and the contents of my lazy susan all over the floor.
Today, I went to brush my teeth and heard Will crying downstairs, followed by Adrian saying, “Shhh! Shhh! Baby, sorry baby! Shhh! You’re ok!”
I ran to the top of the stairs.
“Ad-e-ah! Wha- happa-?” I asked through a mouth full of toothpaste.
“I uh…he uh…I uh…Sorry, Baby! Sorry! He’s ok!” Responded Adrian.
I quickly finished brushing and came downstairs. “What happened?”
Adrian gave me a huge grin. “He’s ok! See? I sorry!”
Will did seem ok.
But maybe I should reconsider my tooth-brushing strategy.