As Julia finished brushing her teeth yesterday night, her face crinkled with a shy smile. She dropped her toothbrush in the cup and said, “Daddy, if I ever invent a toothpaste, I’m going to name it ‘Fruit Salute!'”
She burst into laughter and then buried her face in my shoulder, embarrassed at her joke. I almost blew an artery laughing, equally at her reaction and at the toothpaste’s excellent name. When I’d stopped laughing, I told her, “It’s good that you have a name lined up in case you do invent a toothpaste.” She furrowed her brow and said very seriously, “I don’t think I will. Not many people do.”