booooossss.
that's what he said when i asked if he was ready to brush his teeth this morning. we "booooossss" together every morning now. he stands patiently while i give the first few scrubs of his six teeth, and then he smiles when i tell him "you finish." it only took him three or four times before he understood what "let's go brush our teeth" meant. his powers of comprehension are pretty wicked for such a wee boy.
at first i thought his toothbrush was a little guy with a mohawk. then i uploaded the pic to this blog and realized, no, i'm wrong. it's a seahorse. unequivocally. look harder at that posture. now you see it, right? seahorses have a distinct posture. i wanted to call it astute, but then i went to merriam-webster to make sure i had it exact. i didn't. because no one would call a seahorse shrewd or perspicacious (as listed in the definition of astute). and if they did, they'd be wrong. seahorses have an air about them. they carry themselves well.
one day i'll take zion to a seaquarium and he'll meet a seahorse. we'll name it, even though it won't be our own to take home and admire. at first he won't understand, but kids have short attention spans. we'll move on.
everything will be okay.
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