You can't put a price on your pearly whites.
From communicating through ges From communicating through gestures when we couldn't talk - cuddles tures when we couldn't talk - cuddles and kisses; head nods and shakes; n and kisses; head nods and shakes; nger points; get-your-h ands-o -me ger points; get-your-h ands-o -me elbows; and THAT'S MA T'S A INE snatches all E snatches all featured - through to havin g articulate featured - through to havin g articulate discussions over lunch in more recent discussions over lunch in more recent months... I have learned that relationhave learned that relationships are a complicated business. ships are a complicated business. Not a week goes by without my fellow ot a week goes by without my fellow pre-schoolers proclaiming their undypre-schoolers proclaiming their undying loyalty to their 'new best friend'. I'ng loyalty to their 'new best friend'. I've been earmarked as top of the buddy been earmarked as top of the buddy charts by at least 17 of my playmates charts by at least 17 of my playmates since Christmas.
And while I'm well aware 'm well aware I can be as ckle as the next three-year -old when it ckle as the next three-year -old when it comes to companionship preferences, comes to companionship preferences, 'd never be so silly as to 'd never be so silly as to give any other person the title of 'best friend'.
Why? Because everyone knows your best friends are the 20 little gnashers which reside inside your diddy mouth.
Of course, I realise I may not have been the most welcoming of hosts when the little tinkers forced their way through my gums and into the world ONE BY ONE, but I believe I've made up for it since they arrived (I hear echoes of my mum here, who made noises which could not have been described as friendly on the day I made my entrance, but who could not have been more hospitable since).
e arrival of Big Bro Fred's rst 'it's for life, not just for milk' tooth was well timed when it came to my appreciation of good dental hygiene. It was around that time I began demanding a squirt of independence when it came to putting toothpaste on the toothbrush and the associated teeth cleaning which comes afterwards.
e parentals had their serious faces on (always a moment where note taking would be appropriate if I could write) as they described the importance of look-look ing after your teeth, because once the funsize ones decide it's time for their visit to the Tooth Fairy, you only have one set to last you forever.
Given that this is a fact for everyone, you would think it'd be sensible in the extreme for strict discipline to be instilled from the get go when it comes to teeth cleaning. Surely if you're taught to look after your milk teeth, then you're much more likely to make sure your big ones last the distance.
Sadly, as is so often the case, what I see to be bona de common sense does not seem to be the reality.
is week a report came out which said nearly half of eight-year-olds and a third of ve-year-olds have signs of nastiness (aka decay) in their milk teeth, meanwhile one in every three 12 and 15-year-olds said they were embarrassed to smile or laugh because of the condition of their teeth. I hope they're willing to frown, because that is SAD.
Apparently, sugary drinks and sweets are the naughty culprits (presumably alongside the grown-ups who allow them to be qua ed like there's no tomorrow). And although the report did show an improvement since the last time anyone cared to ask kids how their teeth were feeling, this state of a airs still seems pretty rotten to me.
Is it so hard to make sure you clean your teeth when you get out of bed, and then again just before you return? I think teeth cleaning is an absolute treat. I've got a Hello Kitty toothbrush which purrs for crying out loud and my toothpaste taste like strawberries. Fun like that is never going to get old... unlike my grown up teeth when they arrive, so come on kids, you know it makes sense (as well as a mouth that can smile without panic).
If <Bcleaning your teeth is such a chore... get yourself one of these bad boys. It's a hoot