Regular toothbrush. Proxy brush. Sonic Toothbrush. Dental Floss. Mouthwash.
It's a battle. But I emerge victoriously. Only the most shrewd food particles remain unscathed through the Proxy brush assault, and most of the remaining fugitives are captured during the Sonic Toothbrush skirmish. The few, the proud, the Marine-like morsels that make it past the Sonic Toothbrush are lassoed by the dental floss. Any and all survivors get swept away in the mouthwash tsunami.
By the time Ben Tanner gives the 5-day extended forecast, my teeth sparkle like a Disney princess.
Or like this.
I have another weapon in my arsenal that I rely on in certain combat conditions.
Remember Rosa Klebb's Flick Knife Shoes?
My secret weapon is even more impressive. Except it's no longer secret.
Because, unfortunately, Kimmy and Linda have witnessed me wielding my weapon.
And they are completely disgusted.
I have no idea why the sight of me pulling an earring from my earlobe to dislodge a piece of food cowering between 2 molars would upset them.
And they get so annoyingly passionate about the whole thing.
"Mom! That is SO NASTY!!!"
"I am going to barf."
Lighten up, guys. It works. And it's at my fingertips.
When I earringed a furtive Jelly Belly particle taking cover in a hidden cranny on the bottom left side of my mouth, both girls started in on me.
As if there was a law regulating dental hygiene tools.
Luke pointed out the box of tooth picks placed conveniently next to the Jelly Belly jar on the table.
But who knows where those toothpicks have been. I know where my earrings have been.
Plus think of how many trees were cut down to make those toothpicks. No trees were sacrificed to make my earrings.
And they're reusable. I dare say they will never wear out.
Truth be told, I am a bit disappointed in my daughters. They are myopic in their thinking and clearly have not inherited my marketing genius.
Because, I have a scathingly brilliant idea!
