I have a sore throat tonight, and I may have seriously injured my vocal cords. That’s what I get for emitting a blood-curdling scream, in the best tradition of distressed horror film heroines of old.
I’d brushed Halia’s teeth, I’d brushed Jade’s, and I was halfway through the flossing when I noticed that Halia had found her way through my barriers to get hold of the toilet brush. And her mouth was wide open.
The shrillness and sheer volume of my, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!” should have knocked her right off her feet.
Insted, she was totally unfazed. With a glint in her eye, she proceeded to chomp down on the top of the toilet brush handle.
Well… at least it was the handle end.