Dirty Teeth??!!

Poor, tired Mac fell asleep on the way home tonight.  I carried this huge hulking baby in AGAIN, completely knocked out.  I laid him in his bed, pulled off the boots and coat, and he pops up and walks out the door, both eyes closed.  "Where you going?"  I ask.  "I gotta do my chores." he answers.  So I tell him he doesn't need to do his chores, he can go straight to sleep.  He turns to me, a tear running down his cheek and says, in his pitiful sleepy boy voice "You want me to sleep with DIRTY TEETH?!!"

Heaven forbid!