The nasty little remnants that get stuck in your teeth have to come out, and soon. The junk drives me absolutely nuts.
Normally I’d run upstairs and floss in private, then brush my teeth. No one the wiser.
(Isn’t it amazing how a perfectly clean mouth can smell like crap after flossing? Brushing is a requirement for everyone after flossing, so do it from now on!)
This time was a bit different. The little boy has been more demanding today then usual and the wife had some stuff she needed to do, so I put a line of floss in my pocket and went to the den to hold the little monster for her.
After a time the boy started entertaining himself in my lap with a truck or something so I pulled the floss out and got to work. That junk stuck in there was really bothering me.
Did I mention my wife is somewhat a germaphobe?
It didn’t take long for her to see what I was doing. Honestly, had I thought about it, I wouldn’t have done it anyway, but that didn’t matter. Too late. Judging by the reaction my wife had, flossing popcorn teeth with baby in lap is a ginourmous no-no!
I thought she was going to throw-up. I had to brush my teeth AND wash my hands before she’d give the little bugger back. I think she wanted me to change shirts, but I played dumb…
In case you’re wondering what I did with the used up, old nasty floss, it’s in my pocket. I’m think I’m going to leave it on her keyboard as a nice surprise.