I sent Quincey into the bathroom to brush her teeth. 10 minutes later, I still heard commotion in the bathroom.
Me: Quincey, what are you doing in there?
Quincey: I tleaning the batroom Mom!
The noise I heard had been a scritchy scratchy sound...
Me: Quincey don't clean the counter with your toothbrush! That's gross!
Quincey: I NOT! It's Tyler's tootbrutch!
A few minutes later she came out to report, "Mom, I done brutching my teef!"
I wonder which toothbrush she used? Um, ignorance is bliss! *tuneless whistling"