I prayed with Megan tonight at bedtime. The room was dark, so I couldn't see her mouth, but when she spoke, it sounded ... uh ... full.
Me: Megan, what's in your mouth?
Megan: I'm cleaning my teeth.
Me: With a tissue?
Me: Where in the world would you get such an idea?
Megan: Michael did it in class one time.
Me: Okaaay ... is it working?
Megan: Mmm hmm, and it tastes like cake.
Me: Really. And just how long are you supposed to keep it in your mouth?
Megan: 30 minutes or 10, maybe 12.
Me: Just don't fall asleep with it in your mouth.
Me: Still standing in the doorway of her room.
Megan: What? Why are you still standing there?
Me: You're a piece of work.
Megan: What's that mean?
Me: You're somethin' else.
Megan: What does THAT mean?
Me: You're one of a kind.
Megan: Sigh. What does THAT mean?
Me: I love you. Good night.
Note: Megan came out of her room a few minutes later to retrieve her pink pillow from the family room ... the tissue was gone, and her teeth were super clean, in her opinion.