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Good to the last drop

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!


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