This mornings shower-brushteeth-getdressed-combhair routine consisted of Ashton bitching to me about Bridger’s lack of toothpaste etiquette {it was bridger’s turn in the shower}. He makes a horrible mess, leaving toothpaste all around the tube and stringing to whatever happens to be near it {usually my brush or straightening iron}.
Bridger steps out of the shower and immediately Ashton starts in on him about the toothpaste.
Ash: You REALLY need to start cleaning up your own toothpaste mess. I have to do it EVERY DAY.
BB: You are acting like you are SO much older than me.
Ash: I am. Twelve minutes. I’ve seen more life than you. I am 12 minutes smarter than you, too.
Those are fightin’ words. Don’t ever question their smartness. I can still here them, upstairs, arguing and asking each other questions of square roots, scorpions, money, and science and screaming, “HAH! SEE?! I AM SMARTER THAN YOU!”
