But last week E began a new habit that redeems her other-handedness entirely. She's discovered that we can each do [something] and still hold hands with each other. Her favorite instance of this occurs in the mornings, in the bathroom. Her daddy and sister have always gone downstairs first. She and I get dressed and we brush our teeth before we go downstairs. She on her blue stool with her princess toothbrush in her right hand, me on the bathmat with my generic boring adult toothbrush (soft bristles only) in my left hand, brushing our teeth and watching ourselves in the mirror, our respective non-dominant sides brushing against each other. So we take those weaker appendages and intertwine them. I brush and we hold hands and she brushes.
Dental hygiene and a little extra morning love. I guess she can be right-handed.
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