My toothbrush was stolen. You have got to be kidding me. You see, at first I was like “Maybe someone’s trying to amuse him or herself by thieving my toothbrush.” So then, I ask everybody in my household whether or not they actually have no amusement in their lives that they, in fact, had to rob me off of my toothbrush to attain this sense of enjoyment. No one did. You can guess in what state that left me in: baffled. Thanks to my clever ol’ sister though, we finally figured out who it was. Earlier yesterday, a couple of elementary little boys came over to our house. One of them had to use the bathroom and he resided there for an awfully long time. We came to the conclusion that while in there, he found my toothbrush to be very attractive and therefore decided to take it home with him. Last night, I had to settle for a clear hideous toothbrush. Everybody out there, watch out because there is a new toothbrush-stealer on the loose.