The bad thing about my job, is that some nights of the week, I'm not home before Andrew goes to bed, to make sure he brushes his teeth. I know he skips it regularly, as his toothpaste tubes last longer than they should. Well, it is catching up with him apparently. At his dentist appointment this morning, he was diagnosed with a mild case of gingivitis. He has another appointment set for Monday the 26th. I'm fairly certain he didn't brush regularly all those years he was living with his mother also, since, when he was a baby, his diapers didn't even get changed until I got home from work!