Drew put Rachel down for the night on Wednesday and Thursday. Both days, he actually was able to brush her teeth! He put the toothbrush on her cheek and brushed her lips with the bristles. She resisted at first but then was OK with having the toothbrush in her mouth.
Drew couldn't brush vigorously, but it was enough to give her front and bath teeth a quick going-over. Yay! No baby cavities!
I'm not totally surprised; she has asked, "wash shat?" and pointed to the toothbrush, then pointed to the bristles. She has even picked it up.
Drew reminded me that Rachel also used to cry and scream when we have her fluoride drops, which she will taking in liquid or pill form until she is 13 because this stupid city won't fluoridate its water (don't ask). Now she matter-of-factly opens her mouth and swallows the odorless, tasteless drops. No big deal.
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