Let me paint you a portrait of a normal nighttime routine for Bekah and me. We decide we’re both tired and it’s time to go to bed. Bekah goes to the bedroom to put on her pajamas while I begin my teeth-cleaning ritual. First I painstakingly floss between each tooth, then I brush my teeth ad nauseum, after which I use a mouth rinse just for good measure. After finishing all of this, I go to the bedroom to find Bekah already in bed .
“Aren’t you going to brush your teeth?” I ask.
“Ugh. I’m already comfortable. I’ll do it tomorrow morning,” comes the response. Then I sigh, shrug my shoulders, and get into bed. Continue reading