Now he collects his sister's toothbrush while he's getting his own. He strolls out into the den, waving around her purple Dora toothbrush while brushing with his, until she freaks out and squeals, "He's got my toothbrush," at which point she dissolves into a woeful meltdown puddle while I collect the toothbrush, wash it off, put it back in the toothbrush holder, and tell him not to mess with other people's toothbrushes. At least he just carries it around. Could be worse.
He really is a bit obsessed. He brushes his teeth at least five or six times a day. Plus he washes his hands regularly, since that's an excellent opportunity for him to splash water all over the bathroom counter...
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