One of my biggest pet peeves in the morning is having to smell people’s morning breath. We’re a lovey dovey bunch so we’re up close and personal – in each other’s laps, slobbery kisses being exchanged – you get the picture. But it seems that the older they get, the worse the morning breath is. It’s really a shame. I remember well the sweet, milky scent of their babyhood and how I wished they would always smell that pure first thing in the morning. Reality check: even the 2.5 year old has joined the realm of making mama’s eyes tear up (and not in a good way).
This morning I asked them all to brush their teeth before leaving the house. A while later I asked if everyone had done as I’d asked. They all responded with an enthusiastic yes. My next request was for them to let me smell their breath. I knew what the results would be. It was a total set up. I had my camera ready and this is what I captured. 2 out of 3 knew the gig was up. The youngest is still too innocent to get it. He hadn’t brushed either, but couldn’t wait to give me a whiff.