Every day we engage in epic battles with Liam both morning and night in an effort to brush his four teeth. The only thing that works even remotely well is singing the “Brush Your Teeth” song (by Raffi, of course). There is still snarling, screeching, and yes, gnashing of teeth. Up until a week or so ago this was the only brush that Liam knew. This was the first time we brushed his hair with his hairbrush when he was developmentally able to recognize and retain the language enough to have labeled it in his mind. The only problem with this was that when I told him it was a brush he proceeded to stick it in his mouth because, as I’d told him thousands of times before, this is where a brush belongs. I began to teach him that this is a brush we use in his hair. He seemed to understand and was soon “brushing” his own hair. As I realized the complication I’d just created Matt and I looked at each other and both exclaimed that we’d be lucky if he doesn’t try to brush his hair with his toothbrush. Tonight he did. I think the only reasonable solution is just to never brush his hair again.