Mr. Peabody has been busy growing toofs. Four of them. And I am a complete newbie when it comes to all things teething-related, because with Bean, she would just wake up one morning and smile, and there would be some new teeth. And I'd say, "Aw, she's got new teeth, how great, isn't that a surprise, la la la?"
With Peabody, I've known he had teeth on the way since about sixteen minutes after they pulled his squiggly little hiney out of my belly. The kid has turned teething into a full-time occupation, and has made it abundantly clear since he accepted said position that he would like someone to TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT!
Apparently on the Teething Misery Scale, my first child was a zero, and my second child is - oh - about a 962.
I have avoided saying anything snarky or insensitive about the fact that Peabody is a GUY, and Bean is a GIRL, and well, lower pain threshold, la la la, you know the rest I trust? What I mean to say is that I have avoided saying anything up until this point, but I'm sayin' it now because IT WILL GET ME A CHEAP LAUGH, which is exactly what a Mama needs when she has just finished helping escort THE TUSKS OF AN ELEPHANT through her young MALE child's gums.
A CHEAP LAUGH AND A SHOT OF BOURBON.
But they're cute, aren't they?
So that is Peabody, with his father's cheeks, his mother's chin, and OHMYGRANNY! His VERY OWN two front teeth.