Monday, July 14, 2008
19 down, 1 to go
Michael and I decided to try a different grocery store on Saturday in my quest for frozen plantains. No luck. But, after much silliness, I finally got Michael to open his mouth long enough, wide enough, at at the right angle for me to see his teeth. Tooth number 19 is sitting right under the gum, looking like a mountain range trying to break through a balloon. No wonder he's been gnawing on everything. That's got to hurt.