After a snappy shower singing rendition I polished off the rest of the Weet-Bix with a ludicrous amount of sugar to counteract their nutritional value. At 7:30 I was out the front door and off to uni. Not for long though... *GASP* I forgot to brush my teeth! I could feel the milk from the Weet-Bix turning sour on my tongue. I raced back inside, aware of the approaching train. I'm creeping back upstairs to the bathroom as quietly as possible, trying not to wake anyone. A thought occurs: "What happens when sour cream reaches its expiration date? Does it go sourer?".
I approach the top of the stairs, the door is shut. Without hesitation I lunge for the bathroom door and burst in. My little brother is sitting on the toilet staring at me with shocked eyes, jaw-dropped and an intense look on his face. Taking no notice I rush to the basin. "MorningOlli!I'vejustgottabrushmyteethbeforethetraincomesthere'ssourmilkinmymouth!" I shout, words jumbled. His face goes blank and he responds with a resonating splash, followed by a sigh of relief. I couldn't help but chuckle. Grabbing my toothbrush off the sink, I squeeze out a generous portion of paste and start furiously scrubbing. "Does this new toothpaste make your gums tingly too?" I gargle to my brother. I hear a high pitched giggle.
Maybe I deserved to brush my teeth with anti-fungal cream for the better half of a week for not respecting the "closed door policy" enforced in our household. But it's still pretty gross. I hate to admit that it had actually started to grow on me...kinda like fungus does I would imagine.
There aren't many people in this world that can make me so repulsed and infuriated one moment, then hysterical with laughter straight after. This little guy is one of them, love you stinky!
I better stop here before this post gets too soppy.