Minty Fresh

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

Toothpaste drives me f’in crazy.

‘Why?’ you ask, It’s not normally a substance that is considered to be controversial’.

Toothpaste brings out a battle of wills and a test of physical strength in our household. There is more energy spent squeeeeeeezing and squeeeeeezing the last tiny bits out of the tube than it takes to power a rocket to the moon. I swear that my family must have super strong thumbs which would make The Hulk go greener with envy.

‘Why do they do this?’ you ask.

Well, I can understand their reticence. The journey to get a new tube is filled with peril and only the bravest warriors with the truest hearts should attempt it. It involves WALKING DOWNSTAIRS TO THE CUPBOARD. Even once this treasure has been retrieved, the onerous duty of extracting it from the box is not for the faint hearted. It does, after all, require an extra 30 steps to the kitchen to dispose of the box in the recycling. Most mortals would perish.

It’s all ok though. When I suggested that the toothpaste is replaced after it is finished, Youngest Mini Princess assured me that it happens by magic.

Phew, I though I was going to have to keep doing it.

C