Sterling, with freshly scrubbed teeth, approached me with the twice-daily question.
“Are my teeth clean?”
In the midst of some other chaos, I replied, “I don’t know. Are they?”
His reply made me giggle. “I don’t know! I can’t see them. Every time I look down to check them, they go down too!”
It’s called a mirror, dude. You’ll learn to appreciate such conveniences before long, I’m sure.
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