There was nothing sharp in his mouth this morning... and I should know because he spent lots of time chewing my hand, my arm, my leg and going after my feet. He spent the day being unusally fussy, having the symptomatic clear runny nose and LOTS more drool.
Then he chewed on my hand tonight and it HURT! I ran my finger over his gums and sure enough... it was a sharp little tooth that popped through.
Good job, little buddy!
Oh... and Rocco also ate his first fist-full of dirt. I can't imagine what else on earth could be more exciting than this.
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