..... to which I replied, "hmm.. that's nice, go get into bed".
Yes, I just did the "I'm-totally-not-listening-to-you-because-I-just-want-you-to-GET-INTO-BED-already" thing.
I'm ashamed... I am!
So anyway, a few hours later I began to ponder my 4-year-old's puzzling message. What exactly did he mean by "I brushed my teeth with a golf ball"? After a small investigation I have cracked his code and can provide a translation to his cryptic message. Here's what he meant:
"I BRUSHED MY TEETH WITH A GOLF BALL!!!"
I know because I found a GOLF BALL in the sink with toothpaste smeared all over it. Yeah... it was lovely. So then I got to thinking about that. How DOES a person brush with a golf ball, exactly? I mean... the logistics of it all... how would that work? Especially if you're four and your mouth is small and..... oh never mind. I really don't want to know.
So is that kind of creativity a brand new level of genius....or something else entirely?
And also... I think when I finally do write my book I'll title it "Tales from the Other Side of Sanity". I think that works well.... all things considered! :o)