Tonight I tell my 12yo that he ought to remember to brush his teeth because girls don't want to kiss boys with yellow, crusty teeth.
"I brush my teeth!" he says, indignantly.
"Challenge" I reply.
"I'm not kissing any girls," he says.
"Yet," I reply.
Sideways glances, a snatching of my baking soda toothpaste and a hasty exit to his bathroom.
You're welcome, ladies who will love my boy.