giggling as I realise a toothbrush,
isn't just a toothbrush,
its a weapon to poke mummy,
a toy to bash the rats home,
a brush for my hair,
a sword to attack daddy with,
Brandishing my toothbrush of many uses,
I am guided back to the sink,
I stand on my stool, I lean in,
getting toothpaste every were but my mouth,
I soak the bathroom, I soak my clothes,
I gurgle the water,
grin and wave the toothbrush round,
yelling ONE MORE ONE MORE,
Mummy tries to show me what to do,
I laugh and aim the brush,
watching, shaking her head
mummy gives up, as I clean the toilet,
Instead she says,
shhh just don't tell daddy,
that was his toothbrush,
as we hastily return it to the self!