Toothsome
So, on a whim, I poked my index finger into the little one’s maw. I felt a mineral hardness on her lower mandible. Teeth! Or, a tooth! It was the bite of an erupting incisor. When I told Luna, she stopped just short of jumping for joy. For Luna the tooth explained everything: Sophie’s recently attenuated appetite, her bout of diarrhea (and yes, Luna had me consult the “Diarrhea” entry in the baby manual).
In a few years we may have to pull that tooth (bound perhaps by a thread of floss to a doorknob). Yes, I will be sad.
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