Joey has 2 teeth coming up on the bottom.
Ken found them on Sunday.
I said I felt like a negligent, unobservant, inattentive, and careless mother.
Ken said he felt like Christopher Columbus.
Yes, really. Christopher Columbus discovered the New World and Ken discovered Joey's baby teeth. I see the similarities.
No I don't.
Ever since those little tooth buds have popped up Joey's been wanting porterhouse steaks, prime rib, whole apples, caramel taffy, beef jerky, bacon & blue cheese burgers, kielbasa, hard shell tacos, licorice, corn on the cob, hot wings, fried won tons, duck a l'orange, sausage and peppers, Skittles, a nice BLT,....
... he's settling for carrot sticks and pepper slices. I slide him a graham cracker when I'm feeling generous. But he'll shake his bottle at me and yell gibberish that I translate to mean, "This food stinks! Where's the good stuff, lady!"