Deja vu
Tonight I asked Eden to brush her teeth. After 20 minutes of running around, discovering, “look I’ve got two toothbrushes. I want to brush my teeth with the Jasmine tooth brush,” and then running out with both the Jasmine tooth brush and the My Little Pony tooth brush proclaiming, “My bear toothpaste is lost, I’m going to use your spicy toothpaste.” and then coming out to say that the spicy toothpaste was too spicy and that she lost their chairs to stand on and checking all rooms of the house for the chairs, she finally got her teeth brushed. (I know that was like the longest sentence in the history of the world, but I don’t care.)
I told her that she needed to go back and do a better job, because in the 20 minute course of preparing to brush, she only brushed enough to suck the “spicy” toothpaste off the brush and call it good. She went to brush more and then came out, struck a cheesey-grinned pose and said, “How about now?”
I just had this overwhelming sense of deja vu. My little sis and I would always play a game with our parents where we’d ask them how good our teeth looked. Most of the time we’d trick them into thinking that we’d actually brushed, when we hadn’t. It made me think, wasn’t it like five minutes ago that I was a little squirly kid who was trying to get out of brushing my teeth? And now I HAVE one of those squirly kids?
Jim and I both often wonder this, Who gave us kids?