We have a pretty small bathroom. We're not very good at taking turns. So we're often elbow-in-the-gut beside each other as we go through those nightly routines of teeth-brushing, face-washing and "I should drink more water" night-cream-applying.
Two nights ago, I was washing my face as Matthew brushed his teeth. At one point he made eye contact with me in the mirror and grinned.
"That's cute, Matthew, trying to flirt with me while you use MY TOOTHBRUSH."
He had no idea he was using the wrong one.
Mine is red and white with my dentist's name printed on it. His is orange and clear with his dentist's name on it. Different sizes and brands. But, hey, honest mistake.
What's mine is his…but this crosses a line. A hygiene line.
I was all, like, "Ew! I'm pretty sure Dr. Oz or someone says we're not allowed to do that!"
And he was all, like, "Uh, I kiss you all the time. No big deal."
"No, I'm pretty sure this is way more disease-y or something."
And then he kept brushing his teeth. With my toothbrush.
"Might as well finish what I started."
Would you ever share a toothbrush?