I Was On To Him

Does he think that qualifies as brushing his teeth!? Sitting there in front of the computer wiggling the toothbrush periodically. That is not brushing. And he's sitting there forever.

I'm on to him.

Ben, I say.

He instantly stands up from the computer and walks back to the bathroom. I hear him spit. I hear the faucet run. Then silence.

And then the faucet runs again, and while it is running he dashes back into the study to look at his monitor and then dashes out again. The water stops, and then there is silence again.

And then I suppose I lose track of time. But when I came to, he is standing in the doorway with a sheepish grin on his face. Standing in the doorway with his arms held above his head.

What, I say.

Ahh, he sighs. I feel all fresh and clean! And he sits back down at the monitor.

But I am on to him.

No Ben, I say.

He looks at me, but I don't look back.

Ok. Five minutes, I say.

Yay, says he.

I was on to him.

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