Mom brushes my teeth every night. Every night I try to sleep in a position where it’s difficult for her to brush my teeth. Nothing works. She still comes at me with that tiny toothbrush and peanut butter flavored toothpaste. You’d think it’d taste like peanut butter, but it tastes like nastiness rubbed all over my teef. Ma, I’m trying to sleep! Quit it with the fresh breath bidness! I ain’t havin’ it!

xx,
Oakie