And you know what? His breath was bad. How does a two year old develop such raging morning breath?
Anyway, I feel like this was a major step in the perpetual little boy hygiene war. I quickly explained that by brushing his teeth, his bad breath would go away.
Wow, I just sounded like a commercial.
He bought right into that. Probably because he couldn't stand the taste in his mouth any longer. Post brush, he ran into our bedroom to let Mr. Yoy smell his clean breath. In return, Mr. Yoy blew his morning dragon breath right into Big E's face.
I guess that was payback for yesterday's monstrous behavior.
Take that, Big E!