What Embarrasses Boys

I forgot to mention one little tid bit about our trip..............

On the way back to Kansas from Georgia, Ben leaned up into the front seat to tell me and Kerry something.

I swear it was like a skanky, green cloud filled the cab of the truck.

"HOW LONG has it been since you brushed your teeth?" I demanded.

"Uhhh....." The fact that he couldn't even remember was pretty telling.

We pulled over at a filling station to gas up. I popped inside the store and came back with a toothbrush and toothpaste. I handed them to Ben with instructions to go into the restroom and brush his teeth.

"MOM! I'm not going to brush my teeth in a public restroom!"

"Why not? It's not the kind with stalls, it's one room and you can lock the door."

He found this concept too embarrassing and flatly refused to go brush his teeth in the bathroom.

Instead, he stood in the parking lot, next to our truck, which was parked by the front door, and brushed his teeth and rinsed with green tea.

Oh, if only I'd gotten the camera out in time!