so I've heard of couples fighting over toothpaste, like where to squeeze from, which I think is pitiful. Yet yesterday we had a full fledged "sibling" discussion about toothpaste. I thought it was gross TJ was cleaning out the top of his with his toothbrush, then discusted him by not being really upset when I get a long hair on mine, or by the fact I keep a toothbruth in the curious abyss of one of my backpack pockets, along with sand from many beaches and other goodies. In the proces I ran into the door and all four of us were laughing.