To brush one’s teeth is too dance. The sharp click, opening the paste, ignites the jig. It begins with the twirl of the wrist. Spinning, leaping, gliding, the brush devours the teeth in goo. Slowly, as the melody softens, the foam leave the teeth settling into a foam stage. The brush dips back, massaging and stroking the molars. The melody jumps, and water is introduced. Splashing and colliding into gums and teeth alike, the water playfully gurgles. A quick spit, a wipe of the mouth, and the squeal of the facet ends the dance with a bow.