Tooth and nail
So, there we were, all three of us. I held Hannes on my knees, and sat on the toilet seat. Jessica stood in front of us, between the seat and the mirror.
It was time to brush the tooth. For the first time.
Obviously, the brushing did some good because Hannes wouldn't let go of the tooth brush. I don't think he really cared about his dental hygiene that much, but maybe the brushing brought some instant relief to his itching little gums. And now the tooth shines whiter than ever, every time Hannes smiles.
And that is pretty often.
