Family myth has it that when I was a toddler, my parents stopped inviting me into their bed in the morning before they brushed their teeth because one day I told them, "You guy's breath stinks."
I always thought that couldn't be true-- little kids aren't judgmental like that.
Then the other day in the car, Harry said, "Mama, I don't like that old smell under your nose." I looked in the rear view mirror; his little face was all scrunched up.
"What are you taking about?" I asked, a little offended.
"That old smell," he insisted. "Below your nose. It's reawwy gross."
"My breath?" I asked.
"Yes!" he said. "You should bush your teeth, okay Mama?"
I thought maybe it was a fluke, ignored him, and chewed more Orbitz. But then today I was dropping him off at school, and he said "You should brush your teeth while I'm gone okay?"
How cute are they waiting for Ben to come up the stairs at the end of the day?
Good thing they're so cute because they trash the place by (my) quittin' time.