Paige has four little teeth on the top of her mouth, and four on the bottom. Yesterday I was sitting on the couch, minding my own business, when she tottled over to me and climbed up on my lap. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her head in my chest. (Is that a sweet baby, or what?) And then she sunk those little eight teeth into my chest and didn’t let go. I now have a bruise exactly the size of a baby-sized mouth on my chest. She’s such a daddy’s girl.
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