Boys and Robots

So John comes home from the grocery store with new toothbrushes. I greatly appreciate that he does grocery shopping without being asked and always gets things I wouldn't have thought of getting. I love his grocery adventurousness. But back to the toothbrushes. He didn't get the same brand I would have bought. I tend to be a product loyalist...stick to the same thing I've used for years. If there something out there that is better, I'd never know.

John is so proud of his choice with all the bells & whistles, explaining that it will do all kinds of hygenically correct stuff to our teeth & gums. To me, my new toothbrush looks overly high tech & robot-y. It has all these weird fangled features & colors going on. Three different types & depths of regular bristles, a layer of rubbery bristles on the outside, flat rubbery section on the back, thick ergonomic handle with no-slip grip, and I'm sure it was even approved by the eco-weanie tree huggers for somehow reducing my carbon footprint. It looks very much like something a boy would pick out. And I admit it...I have my reservations.

Will this new brush work as well as the others? Am I going to be stuck using the mammoth thing that sits so awkwardly in our holder because all but the bottom 1/2 inch is too fat? I am already plotting my escape: How can I "accidentally" drop this in the toilet. Maybe it could "fall" to the floor *wink wink* and I could coerce Rocky into licking it or something. I've kind of made up my mind that I hate it.

Well, I used it. It may look like a bulky obnoxious godzilla brush but it feels like heaven. My gums applaud. Bravo honey!

Moral of the story? (Why do I feel like there has to always be a moral?????)

...stuff can look weird and different yet still be awesome.