So, one of the missionary teachers who was here when we first came asked me to bring a toothbrush stick with me when I came to visit her in Germany. Because I’ve since cancelled my European adventure, with no little injury to said friend, I thought I’d try to buy her forgiveness with *two* toothbrush sticks, which I’ve been trying to get for about a week now, to no avail.
But today, when the teenage boys realized we were really leaving—and soon—they brought them by the handful.
I’m a big fan of dental hygiene, so I decided I’ve give one a try, and now it’s my new favorite nervous habit. I scrubbed my pearly whites the entire time we made the rounds to our neighbors’ houses just now, and I dare say they (my teeth, not the neighbors) are looking quite good. Though, I can’t guarantee that I haven’t swallowed a few small shards of tree.
But then I realized this was probably another habit that wouldn’t be considered normal in America. So I guess I’m leaving all my sticks behind.
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