This morning, it seemed like an effective time-saver to brush our teeth at the same time. I starting brushing, hollering at Binta through a mouthful of pasty foam to get her toothbrush and get started. As I did so, a huge gob of toothpaste dropped from my mouth, onto my shirt.
"Aw, crap!" I heard myself yell, disgustedly.
I felt instant remorse for having used a word that I shouldn't be using in front of Binta. I knew that I'd be hearing the same foul word repeated from her mouth, most likely in front of more linguistically responsible parents.
And she didn't let me down. As if on cue, she echoed me.
That's when I realized that when you say "crap" with a mouth filled with toothpaste foam and a Sonicare, to the other person, it sounds more like "crack."
Crest had just redeemed itself and saved the day.
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Tiffany! Molly gave me the url for your blog and I am having such a blast catching up and reading them! I miss you girl!! We need to get back in touch. Send me your email address, okay? Molly and Anna have my email address.
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