WB got his eighth tooth on Friday. Now he has four on the top, and four on the bottom.
"My, what nice teeth you have!" I told him.
"All the better to gnaw on your arm with, Mother," he replied. "And the grocery shopping cart, and the armrest on my car seat, and the edge of the recliner, and the pacifier neither of us ever used."
It's like having a Labrador puppy all over again.
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