Reagan's brothers do not share her repulsion to germs. When it's time to brush teeth at night, they grab whatever toothbrush they can find, whether it's theirs or not. Gross. I know. Boys are gross. Tonight, Reagan was looking all over for her toothbrush, and could not locate it anywhere.
Reagan: "Mom, did you move my toothbrush somewhere?"
Mom: "No. It should be put away."
Reagan: "It's not. Didn't Quinn just come in here and brush his teeth?'
Mom: "Yes."
Reagan: "THAT WAS MY TOOTH BRUSH! THAT'S SHARING HIS SPIT!!!"
Mom: "Yeah, I guess so. Ick."
Reagan: "THAT'S LIKE KISSING MY BROTHER!!!" [Cue Tween Freak Out Here]
True. She's got a point.
Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
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