The newest development of L.A.’s strange quirks has been his obsession with his little toothbrush. If he catches glimpse of it, he immediately reaches out and says “Mom!” as in “Lady, give me that toothbrush”. If I dare to hesitate for even a second, the “Mom” is repeated and quickly becomes louder and more intense.
He also refuses any brushing assistance, because clearly at 13 months he can already do it on his own. If I attempt to help, it’s made very clear VERY quickly how frustrating it is that his mom doesn’t understand his independence.
The toothbrush is a bath time staple. Who needs the 3 rubber duckies, squirting toys and bath cups when you have a toothbrush? We haven’t reached the point of the toothbrush needing to come to bed yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it isn’t that far off.
