Brusha, Brusha, Brusha

He's got brushability.

I just want to say, it's Wednesday in Hawaii...

Anyway, the other day, I'm walking past the bathroom and I froze, mid-stride, to observe the amazing ingeniousness of the four-year-old mind. My foot was mid-air, my arms paused, one up, one down, and my jaw dropped to Mary Poppins "we are not a codfish" warning level. There he was, his superhero spinbrush toothbrush whirling away--taking care of his own personal grooming in that special only-a-boy way--in his hair!

And later, as I'm recounting the story, my darling girl, overhearing what happened, says in the best imitation of MacStewart (but now that I think about it, it was real)
disgust, "Ugh! I brush my teeth with that toothbrush!"

(Dammit. Fred just splashed water on the laptop.)(And he's too big to flush.)

here's your word...brushability (n.): ease of application with a brush