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Soulful Sundays: Love What You Hate

remember a time when I hated cleaning my teeth. I think it was from age 4 to age 8. My parents tried every last trick in the book to make me cooperate. They started with good-tasting kid-safe toothpaste, but, after I started eating it instead of brushing with it, they had to adopt a more aggressive strategy. There was scolding, there was privilege revoking, there was even this mouthwash that we had that would stain the areas of your teeth that you missed. Nothing seemed to work, until....