"Hey, Bud, it's time to brush your teeth. The toothbrush you've been using is starting to wear out. You need to pick one of your razors to start using as a toothbrush."
David noted how to someone who might not know the background behind this might think it a bit...well...odd.
Just in case you didn't know Keith is very opinionated. For example: He has to put his pants on before his shirt. Every. Time. No. Exceptions. If you manage to accidentally get his shirt on before his pants he takes it off and starts over on dressing.
There are a few pieces of flatware in the drawer that he likes. And he won't use anything else. Ever. If they're dirty and I can't wash them when he needs them (i.e. I'm taking care of the baby) he washes them himself. Regular scene at our dinner table is Keith getting up to go to the drawer and switch his utensils to the ones he likes.
And he also likes to preform his bodily functions in his birthday suit. Always. Then you have to get him dressed again. Pants first. Belle also has things she prefers but is a bit more, well...flexible.
So that's where this toothbrush and razor thing comes from. He pretends a couple toothbrushes are razors. He uses the back side and water to shave occasionally. And refuses to use them as toothbrushes. In case you're curious his razors are the Diego toothbrushes and the Cars ones he uses as actual toothbrush. You know, what it was made for. So what was the result of the aforementioned conversation? We used the old toothbrush. Again.
Well I'm telling Keith stories I'll throw in another one. At Grace's 4 month check up (14 lbs. 8 oz BTW) we happened to be in the exam room with dinosaurs on the wall. And the Dr. very casually asked Keith if he knew what kind of dinosaurs were on the wall. His jaw dropped to the floor as Keith started pointing and saying: Fabrosaurus, Quetzalquatlus, Parasaurolophus, Tyrannosaurus, Triceratops.... you get the idea. Then he elaborated by explaining which of the dinosaurs on the wall were carnivores and which herbivores, and that we, humans, are omnivores. The Dr. made him explain what a herbivore and carnivore and omnivore are not believing he really knew waht it meant, then looked at me dumbfounded and asked "how does he know that?" The short answer: "He's smart." The Dr. said he will be in the back of the room in 1st grade reading the newspaper. Which he very well might. Though I daresay the Dr. should ask that question to more kids. I can name a few who could have said the same things. You Moms know who they are :)
PS: And these are easy dinosaurs. You should hear him say Wannaosaurus, Chirostenotes, Xenotarsosaurus, Stygmoloch, Gravitholus, Pachycephalosaurus.....)
His enthusiasm for all things shark is spreading to dinosaurs. Today he was carrying around a Tiger Shark and a Triceratops, lamenting to me that he only has ONE dinosaur without wings that is a carnivore, the rest are herbivores. I know. Such a tragedy.
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We are kind of like the Doctor...speechless.
I can testify to the enjoyment of hearing him share his knowledge....pure Nana pride! (And Papa too)
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