We’ve been on the road since January 1, a total of 13 days. Just the other day, I noticed my toothbrush had been “used”. I’m not sure what it was about it, but I knew it had been used in someone’s mouth and that mouth was decidedly not mine.
Now using someone else’s toothbrush is kinda . . . gross. But then again, the only other person to use my toothbrush was my husband who I’ve been known to share spit with on occasion, so how gross could it be?
And I could understand his confusion. We have an Oral B electric toothbrush set which only distinguishes the brushes by small colored bands. When you switch out the heads as you’re supposed to every three months (ha!), you do have to be careful to not pick the same color as the other member of your household. It’s only right and proper.
The other thing you can do is have a completely different brush head than the other toothbrush. That’s what I did for a time – the set I bought at Costco had several different ones, so I used the “polishing” head which had weird little suction cups to mimic the polishing you get at the dentist’s office.
But before the trip, I thought to hell with that, I’m going back to the primary brush head that gets all the junk between my teeth out. I’m a great believer in oral health. I plan on dying with these teeth firmly affixed in my jaw which doesn’t seem to be an unusual goal. In an earlier generation, it might have been, but not today.
So . . . I explained as gently as possible, “Uh, honey, the toothbrush with the yellow band is mine.” (subtext: QUIT using MY toothbrush!)
Several times he’s looked at me puzzled and said, “Yellow?” and I nod sadly “uh-huh”.
No doubt he’s embarrassed that he’s managed to use my toothbrush several times. I’d be embarrassed if I used his, too.
After all, boys have cooties – everybody knows that.