X-Man is now the proud owner of seven to eight teeth -- including at least three totally random, non-sequential molars. Almost every day I look in his mouth, I see another tooth cracking through his gums.
This morning, he whined his way over to the pantry, where we keep out medicine. He signed "up" at his bottle of Tylenol, pointed to his teeth and signed "hurt."
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Girl, he's going to be 20 before you know it. Sigh.
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