“Duppa duppa, Mom,” my son told me this morning, toothbrush in hand.
I thought that by 9 years old my son would be self-sufficient in the toothbrushing department. But I was wrong. He still doesn’t remember to brush them on his own, so we have to remind him every morning and night. Once he is actually brushing, he still doesn’t brush them long enough. Maybe it’s his ADHD, I tell myself, trying to understand.
A few nights ago, he came up with a new “game” to play. It’s one of those games that makes a mom inwardly roll her eyes and sigh as she pretends to happily play along in the name of getting her child to do something he doesn’t want to do.
“Count one-franken-moshen-mocken, two-franken-moshen-mocken,” he said the night he invented it.
“What?” I asked, having no idea what he was talking about.
“So I know how long to brush. Count one-franken-moshen-mocken,” he explained.
I looked at him with a “you can’t be serious” look. He was serious. I sighed. “Okay…one-franken-moshen-mocken, two-franken-moshen-mocken, three…”
He brushed and I counted, while silently grumbling to myself.
“…fifty nine-franken-moshen-mocken, sixty-franken-moshen-mocken.” Finally, done!
Spit, rinse, floss and he had a clean mouth ready for bed! Plus, he was in a good mood after listening to me repeat his jibberish sixty times straight.
That wasn’t that bad, actually, I thought as I tucked him in. We’ll see how long it lasts.