Anyway, that's beside the point. The point is, Trask went solo and got toothpaste.
I tried it the next morning, and was immediately grossed out. I told Trask that it tasted like URINE, and he was never to choose toothpaste again. Ever. (And I'm really not sure how I knew what urine tasted like - but it couldn't be mistaken).
Flash forward to that night, where I SKIP BRUSHING MY TEETH because I'm terrified. I'm literally scared to brush my teeth. So I skip it and hope for the best.
Next morning, it's time to brush my teeth. I get all nervous, but give myself a pep talk. I tell myself that maybe it tasted funny last time because I had juice or something that clashed with the taste of the toothpaste. Sooooo, I tried again. And F*$#, it tasted like PEE! Was I surprised? I guess not. But why!?!?
I then slowly look over to my son Taylor (age 4), who has been known to love cleaning and scrubbing. Our conversation goes like this:
me: Hey Taylor, did you do something to Mommy's toothbrush?
Taylor: (in a cute, sweet, guilty voice) nnnnnnnnnnnno Mommy.
me: Taylor, did you play with Mom's toothbrush? (said kinda panicky)
Taylor: (in a cuter, sweeter and even guiltier voice) yeeeeeeeees Mommy.
me: What did you do??
Taylor: I took it in the bathtub.
me: The bathtub? Were you taking a bath with it?
Taylor: Actually, it was the potty. I cleaned it.
I can't really remember what happened after that. I may have blacked out. I'm not a germ-a-phobe at all, but this was the pisser, and this was my toothbrush, that I put in my mouth.
Needless to say, I have a new toothbrush, and as it turns out, the toothpaste Trask picked out doesn't taste bad at all!