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At first, I thought I'd carry this tale to my grave (for reasons I will explain below). There are somethings that you do that you just don't want the other person involved to know...no good can come of it, after all.
Ah, what the heck...it's been a slow month for boneheadery.
Friends know that our lives have basically whirled around Gonzo's accident since early September. At times, it has been an exhausting challenge fueled by worry. We've had some long days. One of the challenges is that my son is a bit of a neat freak about himself and now we have to be really creative with bathing and personal hygiene.
As a Mom, I know that healing is more than just a bunch of cells knitting together. Mental health comes into play; at times, I think he worries that we are doing too much but the fact of the matter is this is what family is for. We're happy to have the opportunity to help in any way. No matter how weary, we try to be upbeat and encouraging.
On a particularly tiresome day, Gonzo had just left the bathroom (no small task) and made his way to his "bed" (I use the term loosely; his room is actually upstairs). After sharing our "good nights", I placed my glasses on the table and started to walk to my bedroom.
A frantic look crossed his face: "Mom! I forgot to brush my teeth!"
Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal. But the prospect of getting back to the bathroom had gotten harder over the last month, so I suggested I bring supplies to him. I carefully laid out a small towel and a glass of water plus a cup to spit in and went and got the toothpaste and toothbrush. With eyes at half mast, he brushed and completed the task. I gathered up the supplies and went to put them back in the drawer.
It was then that I noticed the toothbrush was PINK. (Note: At the risk of appearing tradional, may I say that Cherdo is the only girl in this house.)
He wondered what made me buy new toothbrushes when the other ones were pretty new.
As I write this, he still doesn't know he used my toothbrush and when he finds out, he will have a nuclear freakout...