David: "Picking my teeth."
Anders: "You picking your teefs?"
Anders: "You pick my teefs too?"
So David picks his teeth. Bram watched the whole exchange from the comfort of my lap. When Anders thanked his Dad as he finished, Bram grunted and pointed to his mouth for a turn. David comes over and pulls out Bram's pacifier and instructs him to show his teeth. Bram not only shows his teeth but let his daddy pick at them too.
One of my new favorite things that Anders has started to say, "here my are" when he should be saying "here I am!"