Bellerina is very, very good at having her tongue brushed because it represents her greatest potential for eating the most toothpaste at once. She freaking loves this stuff. Maybe I will try putting toothpaste flavored sauce on chicken next time!
She is however very, very bad at opening up enough to let us get her newly formed molars, or holding her "smile" long enough for me to brush away the blueberry skin that she inevitably jams in between her two front teeth.
It is an innate talent that some children have, weaseling food up in between their two front teeth.
She has been blessed.
Turns out I also had to be a dentist to myself when she enthusiastically was playing "Wild Woman" (don't ask, it gets ugly) and managed to slam her head directly in to my left front tooth. I think that she may have been going for a kiss (at least that's what I tell myself, it was probably the headbutt of death she was attempting) but it just resulted in me thinking that maybe I was going to be looking a little hillbilly for a few days.
We have both survived this episode...teeth intact.
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