A few minutes before we were set to leave, Cal asked for one more drink of juice which I obliged him. As soon as he as done chugging, I told him to go brush his teeth.
"I already did!", he proudly told me.
"Well, you need to brush them again honey. Your breath will be stinky from the juice. I don't want you having stinky breath with your friends." (I'm just trying to put off the social challenges as long as possible.)
"Oh, don't worry", he reassured me. "I won't blow fire balls in anyone's face today, mommy."
Um. Well. OK then.