Teething. The 8 letter word that reigns down fire balls of terror in my household. There is likely a very good reason we do not remember anything from our early years. After this experience – I wouldn’t want too.
I would like to sit here and throw around playful banter about how it’s no big deal and that teething has barely bothered anyone. BUT THAT WOULD BE A BLATANT, FLAMING LIE.
Mothers – I beg of you – lend me your tales. I’ll try anything – except mustard. I don’t know why mustard is such a commonly referred condiment.
Mum – yawn/screech/throb/headache – zilla.