We barely scraped by without getting dirty looks from ALL the waitstaff and other patrons. Then big guy decided he was not going to sleep. Which on top of his budding cold/cough situation was another layer of misery. Finally, on sunday night I just couldn't figure out what was wrong. Exasperated! I stuck my freshly washed index finger into his mouth and discovered the culprit to all the mayhem- 4 new teeth! All upper- 2 canines and 2 molars. Poor bubba!
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