Mommy insists on this nightly ritual of sticking a plastic spear in my mouth and tickling me with the end of it. She says it's brushing my teeth. If I'm cooperative, she sometimes lets me do it myself. I like to bite and suck on the brush more than acutally move it around, though. Shhh, don't tell Mommy, she's telling me what a good job I'm doing.
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