AS SEEN ON TV
Rojo seldom asks for anything. I would say never, but that would be a lie. He asked, repeatedly, for the Touch-N-Brush he saw advertised on TV. He is the WORST toothbrusher on the planet, but thanks be to the good Lord and fluoride, he has a minimum of cavities. I was all for something that encouraged tooth brushing.
And so I bit.
I wrote down the 1-800 number and spent a good 30 minutes with a non-human, placing my order. When it arrived I put it where I wouldn't forget it come birthday time (one of my favorite "tricks").
He opened it amongst his other exciting gifts (college T-shirts from all his favorite basketball teams, but that's a whole other post). He was thrilled. Actually? He was beyond thrilled. The party came to a screeching halt as Papa reached in his 83-year-old pocket for his knife to help Rojo immediately free the Touch-N-Brush from its cardboard surroundings.
"Dad, let's go put up my Touch-N-Brush. Let's go put up my Touch-N-Brush right now. Let's just go right now and put up my Touch-N-Brush."
For whatever reasons, Rojo has adopted our upstairs laundry room sink as "his." So up went STM and up went Rojo and up went the Touch-N-Brush. Fortunately the thing is super simple (and quick) to install.
On his birthday night when I tucked him in he made me promise I'd use the Touch-N-Brush before heading off to bed myself. I promised. I promised not to forget.
"Oh good," he said, "I could cry to high heaven - pretendedly."