A few nights ago I went upstairs because Julia was sobbing. I went into her room and she's repeating, "I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die." So I asked her why she thought she was going to die.
"I swallowed some toothpaste."
I explained that toothpaste fatalities were rare and that she had nothing to worry about. She bought this and stopped crying.
Tonight as we got ready for bed she started crying about brushing her teeth. "What if I swallow some toothpaste?"
You can pretty much guess what happened after that.
I just belched. Surprisingly it didn't taste like Colgate Dora the Explorer Bubble Gum Fruit.
I'll let you know what happens on the flip side.