Finn: Daddy, I want the spicy toothpaste.
Me: I think that one is almost gone, buddy.
Finn: Let me try.
He squeezes his tiny hands around the small tube of blue mint toothpaste. Nothing happens.
Me: I don’t think it’s going to happen, pal.
As his face grows red from the strain, a dot of blue gel emerges.
Finn: Oh… it’s… happening!