Zoe is anti-toothpaste. I do not mean she uses it and just doesn't like it. She smells it and starts to gag. Zoe is a bit of a puker, so when the gagging starts, I immediately change direction. No one likes to encourage that kind of thing!
Her adult molars are in and we have a loose tooth. More adult teeth are making their appearance and I'm nervous about not using toothpaste to protect them. While at the store last week, I bribed her with a new toothbrush if she would pick out toothpaste she might want to try.
After much wailing and gnashing of teeth, she choose the toothpaste with sparkles under the condition that we pray about her fears first before I ever suggest she use it.
Actually picking out toothpaste is a huge leap, so I took the deal. It's all about small victories in our house.
Fast forward to last night.
Zoe: Mom, God has put it on my heart to use toothpaste.
Me: Like, He's putting it on your heart right now and you're going to try it tonight? *insert my silent prayer of thanks and pleading*
NO! Nothing like that. *insert eye roll like I've told her the most ridiculous thing ever* He's telling me I should use it, but He hasn't given me a timeline of when yet.
I guess the negotiating phase isn't anywhere near finished!
No comments:
Post a Comment