RX: *looking at toothbrush to which she has just applied toothpaste* "Oh, that's the wrong toothbrush."You can tell whose parents lived through the Great Depression and whose were early Boomers.
Me: "What do you mean 'wrong toothbrush'? Do you have a toothbrush you use on your feet or something?"
RX: "No, it's an old one, I was going to put it in the dishwasher and then put it in the jar of old toothbrushes on the kitchen counter I use for cleaning."
Me: "Yeah...I have a confession to make. I've thrown a few of those out over the years."
RX: "I was saving those..."
Me: "There wasn't enough room for them in the jar!"
RX: "Then start another jar! Those toothbrushes were the chapters in the story of my life!"
Me: "Do you believe in some weird afterlife where you're suspended by the ankles upside down in a barrel of all the toothbrushes you've thrown away?"
RX: "What minty fresh hell is this?"
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