Nighttime prayers. A time of reflection with the family and also a time for your children to get out any last bits of questions, comments, and silly bones out of their bodies so they can wind down for sleepy time. As on any other night, I lean over to kiss her after we finish talking and she kinda scootches back.
“Daddy, you didn’t brush your teeth!“
“Huh?“
“You breathed on me!“
No, I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet, but now we’re at the age where I guess children are vocal with their honesty. Toya finds it extremely funny for some reason and keeps laughing. I’m a little speechless because basically my child just told me my breath was funky. In an effort to make me feel better, Toya tells me about how Nariah has been doing this lately and how just the other night Nariah had said :
“Mommy you breathed on me… and something smells!“
“Oh I’m sorry Nariah, Mommy had a lot of garlic tonight“
“No mommy, every night you breathe on me and something smells“
Now I’m laughing at Toya. And also, now I’m free game to tell Nariah when she wakes us up in the middle of the night that she breathed on me and something really really smells!
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