The One With the Prologue

Husby usually doesn’t brush his teeth at night.

Having a father who is a dentist, I’m sure you can guess how I feel about it.

Swamp mouth.

So when I noticed him brushing his teeth before bed last night, I had to take the bait:

H.I.T.: What are you doing?

Husby: Brushing my teeth.

H.I.T.: Why?

Husby: [wink, wink]

H.I.T.: I think you have something in your eye.