Apr
4
Two Teeth
A day later he has both bottom teeth. They scrape against the juice glass when he drinks. He gnashes his terrible jaws. Shreds toast. Destroys biscuits. Smashes Cheerios. Reduces crunchies to rubble.
I point to my own bottom chompers and say “Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. You have two teeth.” He imitates me, “Two teeth.” His dada heard it too.
Has two teeth. Says two teeth. We think he is very advanced.
