They’re purely ornamental at this point. But brushed they’ve nevertheless got to be, and that twice a day, just as faithfully as if his diet consisted of old bread and boiled turnips, instead of lying around and drinking milk all day, like if Caligula were also Amish.
I believe my son was born like the same week yours was. He is also getting his first teeth. Thank you for reminding me to buy an infant toothbrush from Target.
When my younger grew his first tooth the two year old was the most delighted. “HE HAB TEEF! WE ALL HAB TEEF! GOOD JOB!” You’ve definitely captured that feeling here.
it's harder than you think to get your baby to open his mouth for a picture, especially when his mouth is sore! i'll try to draw them when i get the chance
There is something deeply comforting about the seriousness with which we must approach these ornamental little teeth — as if the baby were a very tiny emperor and we, his loyal subjects, must polish the ceremonial jewels each morning whether or not he intends to wear them. I, too, have performed the sacred two-minute ritual on half a fingernail’s worth of tooth. A holy absurdity. Thank you for honoring the ridiculous and the reverent in the same breath.
Our 18 month old has nearly a dozen teeth now, and we still cannot figure out how to make the brushing last longer than 30 seconds.
that's so many teeth!!!!
I believe my son was born like the same week yours was. He is also getting his first teeth. Thank you for reminding me to buy an infant toothbrush from Target.
Absolutely laughed my head off at this. Thank you!
When my younger grew his first tooth the two year old was the most delighted. “HE HAB TEEF! WE ALL HAB TEEF! GOOD JOB!” You’ve definitely captured that feeling here.
If this isn’t the sweetest and cutest thing ever, then I don’t know what.
pictures please!
it's harder than you think to get your baby to open his mouth for a picture, especially when his mouth is sore! i'll try to draw them when i get the chance
There is something deeply comforting about the seriousness with which we must approach these ornamental little teeth — as if the baby were a very tiny emperor and we, his loyal subjects, must polish the ceremonial jewels each morning whether or not he intends to wear them. I, too, have performed the sacred two-minute ritual on half a fingernail’s worth of tooth. A holy absurdity. Thank you for honoring the ridiculous and the reverent in the same breath.
i love "gets to wake up 500 times a day" how refreshing!