"They just don't make toothbrushes like they use to," lamented George who returned from the dentist. "Look at this lame excuse I got today. It's half the size of my amber marvel.""Oh, I like the colour. You requested this sapphire blue? It'll never be confused with my pink flamingo adventure I use twice a day."
"And the hygienist asked me what flavour fluoride I wanted: grape, berry, bubblegum,... You'd think she'd know by now just plain or mint."
"Oh, live a little; when's the last time you cracked a Dubble Bubble?"
"And the worst part of it, this gem of a tooth brush has soft bristles. I said I wanted hard, the stiffer the better. But she said that research shows that soft is better for your teeth and gums."
"But softer edges become you, George."
"I know where I'll keep this brush. The same place where I put the last few- in the garbage."
"Oh, no you don't. Not this time. Have you forgotten that a grandchild is on the way? Your grandson will have this when he sleeps over in a few years and forgets to bring one; our blue sapphire."
"On second thought...this one's mine; my amber friend can now help clean the crevices in my Oxfords. Got to keep my pearlies healthy for the time when I tell him about my first visit to the dentist..."
(Hey, a little creative writing is fun and I like to play at Magpie Tales. You may want to join too.)
