Dear Little Boy,
I know that you are very excited about the new, huge 2-year molars that you have coming in at the moment. They open up entirley new vistas and avenues of culinary possibilities.
But could you please stop reaching back to feel them as they poke through? Because in all honesty, I'm kinda tired of cleaning up vomit.
Thanks for your consideration.
I love you,
Mamma
Random thoughts on a Saturday morning
3 weeks ago
5 comments:
Ugh, I hear ya. My 2 year old is doing exactly the same thing. When you figure out the cure will you let me in on it? Thanks.
Kit, this too shall pass. Hugs.
awwwwwww, hugs..
Yikes! Now there's a visual!
Ditto what Packrat said. Hang in there!
Welllll, you didn't hear this from me, but in the dark ages (1950s and 1960s, before the hysterical antiseptic my-child-shall-not-have-anything-unhealthy-in-his-body types started having designer babies, parents, even bible thumping Baptist ones used to take a little bit of whiskey stick their index finger in liberally, and massage it over the youngster's aching tooth. Now they'd probably call child protective services on you.
Just saying this hypothetically, of course. [Don't let the baby drive or within 1000 yards of a liberal.]
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