Hannah is in bed, waiting for her nightly book and songs and snuggles. I'm about to kiss her goodnight when Rachelle walks in.
Rachelle: I don't think this little girl brushed her teeth.
Hannah: Actually, I did. Yes. I did brush my teeth. I actually brushed them already. I did.
Rachelle: So if I smell your breath, it'll smell like toothpaste?
Hannah: Yes, it will. My breath will smell like toothpaste. Yes. Yes, it will. Actually, it will. I'm telling the truth. Only don't smell my breath.
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If I had a quarter for every time Rachelle and I have had this conversation...
Hysterical.
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