FIRSTS - Tooth

Yesterday, I was feeding Baby J some of my applesauce which I was eating with my adult sized spoon. And, each time I gave her a teeny taste on the end of the metal spoon, I heard a small plink noise.

Today, I gave her some of my oatmeal with my metal spoon, and again I heard the plink. I guessed that this sound meant one of two things. (1) Someone had stolen Baby J away in the night and replaced her with an android, a synthetic robot designed to look like a human being of flesh and blood but which has the metallic inner-working os a regular robot and what I was hearing was the hinging mechanism in her artificial jaw. Or (2) Baby J is finally getting her teeth.

As it turns out, she is finally getting a tooth. My wife, the official referee on such matters, confirmed it today. After 11 moths of gums gums and more gums, our little rugrat has finally cut a tooth, a whole tooth, and nothing but a tooth.

Listening To: Clutch by Clutch