This morning I was trying to get Logan to brush his teeth after breakfast.
"No, first I want to play with my trains" (the trains in question are really one train -- Thomas -- and an assortment of other toys chosen by color to represent the other trains on the island of Sodor, but that's another story for another time).
"Logan," I said, raising my voice. "Logan, you HAVE to brush your teeth, or they'll fall out. You don't want that to happen, do you? If they fall out, you won't be able to eat any yummy food like french toast or bacon." I was confident this would get him. He loves french toast and bacon.
But, being Logan, he thought about it a moment and said. "I'll just keep my mouth closed."
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll keep my mouth closed and then my teeth can't fall out."
Well, problem solved, I guess! (But he still had to brush his teeth.)
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