Lloyd had to go to a conference this week and while packing his travel stuff, he saw that his little tube of toothpaste was empty.
Lloyd: “I’ll need to get another one, unless you want to refill this one.”
Then he chuckled, like it was funny. Then he got quiet, and looked at me fearfully.
Lloyd: “You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
Of course I was going to do it, and I did it.
Let’s all get past the ‘mama bird barfing into the mouth of the baby bird’ imagery that this conjures up, and congratulate me on getting .85 ounces into that little tube without squirting 2.3 ounces all over our hideously pink countertop. It was surprisingly easy, and while I might try it once again, I think that after two refills the integrity of the smaller tube might suffer and burst along one of the sides. Only time will tell.