Number five

Andrew and I went to story time at the library today. However, it was canceled, which meant that there were many toddlers and harried Mom/Grandma/Nanny/Dad's roaming around the children's section, and a few escapees roaming the rest of library. So, while trying to coral my little bundle of energy to read a story on the bean bags, I noticed that he has a molar coming in-his fifth tooth. And yes, to notice this on another person, they would need to have their mouth more open than it generally needs to be in a library, and perhaps be upsidedown-ish... Ah, toddlerhood. So maybe he will get a mouthful of teeth after all.