Audrey bought Mason a pair of swimming trunks to wear to his swimming lessons which were a gift from his Grandpa Doug. Attached to the swimming trunks by a small beaded chain was a small foam t-shirt, about .5" thick and about 2" square, more or less. Over the past two weeks, the t-shirt looks more and more like a remnant from Jaws. It is riddled with teeth marks.
Despite the fact that I will greatly miss his big gummy, toothless smile (who doesn't love that look?), and just as March will go out like a lamb and April storm in like a lion, his teeth are coming in, seemingly all at once in small, random spurts. He kept us awake most of the night with his gnashing of gums and wailing of teeth.
Luckily, at this point, the foam t-shirt and his comfort are the only things being massacred.
