A bit of background info before I begin my next story.. My husband had a cake made for Valentine's Day. Now, we're fans of the TLC show, "Cake Boss", so it wasn't just a plain cake from the grocery store. He had a red velvet cake made with buttercream and fondant decorated with polka dots, also made from fondant. I'd never had fondant before, but that's beside the point. The point happens to be that this cake was quite sweet and sticky.
In any case, we three that are old enough to indulge in baked goods were enjoying a slice each, when Big Boy started picking at his teeth. I reminded him that he'd need to brush his teeth when he was done eating, and he pointed out that it wasn't bedtime and therefore, not teeth-brushing time yet, either.
Big Boy is all about routines. I hope he's a normal three-year old and isn't developing my particular brand of OCD. Only half-listening to his protests, I told him he'd need to get the fondant out of his teeth before they rotted out of his head (I can be dramatic when the need arises).
... He stated quite confidently, "Naw, Mummy, the cake will get it out."
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