All is Well that Ends Well (aka Toothbrush in the Toilet)

This evening I came home from grocery shopping to a situation....M got frustrated while the babysitter was trying to help him brush his teeth and threw his toothbrush into the toilet.  Of course, this was the new toothbrush that we got last week (after being long overdue for a replacement for the old one...it even lit up). 

I had opened the door to come into the house with more groceries that I could carry comfortably when Em came running and told me the fascinating news.  I told him that I would deal with it after I brought in the rest of the food and proceeded to head back outside to grab another load. As soon as I headed back out, Em opened the door into the garage and screams out, "oh, and by the way, I love you and when you get back in, I need a hug and a kiss."  Anyway, after all the groceries were unloaded, I sat the boys at the counter for a bedtime snack.....it was then that Emet got his hug and kiss and afterwards, using a plastic grocery bag a la "pick up the dog poop", I got the toothbrush.....