The Diaper Files

Our bathroom defies basic physics. Every morning and every night, my three little goobers gather around the bathroom sink for the brushing of the teeth. I have watched with amazement their inability to spit out the toothpaste. You can draw a perfect vertical line from their mouth to the drain and they will still manage to spit their toothpaste all over the mirror, the sides of the sink and on the counters.
Maybe those baby blue bathroom fixtures from the sixties and seventies should make a comeback. The makers of those fixtures were obviously pioneers in the means of hiding the errant toothpaste spits.