(At the sink. In the morning. EVERY morning.)
Me: Open your mouth. Open your mouth!
Butterball’s mouth is clamped shut. But she’s humming some random tune and bobbing her head to it.
Me: Ok, fine. If you don’t want to brush your teeth anymore, then mommy is just gonna throw away your Mickey Mouse toothbrush. And then you’ll have lots and lots of cavities …
Butterball: No no no! (Then opens her mouth to brush.)
Me: If you want to brush your teeth, then why do you have to make it so difficult?
Butterball: I’m two.