Dad started both of us brushing our teeth the other morning, then walked away to the other room. Typically, I stand on the step stool and John sits outside the bathroom to brush teeth. But on this particular morning, Dad heard, "What's that? You want to sit on the rug? Sure, I'll sit on the rug with you."
Then Dad came back to find two tooth-brushing buddies:
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