title ripped off, of course, from “Sanitation for the Nation“. While I’m on the fence about fluoridation of local water supplies, all I know is that the water I grew up drinking contained fluoride and I have no cavities whatsoever. Mr.Q, on the other hand, drank fluoride-free water and has at least one new cavity with every biannual dental check up. And he’s the one who flosses twice a day and actually brushes properly… But, that’s not what this is about.
We have a tooth.
First noticed on Sunday, while babyQ was chewing on my finger, said tooth has been the source of much gnawing. It’s been in the works for a few months now: drooling, chewing, wailing and gnashing… but some pointy little part has now broken through.
I have gouges on my fingers. Mr.Q has a gash on his forehead [yes, his forehead]. Boardbooks and little cardboard boxes are disintegrating in drool and puddles appear in her wake. She is, overall, not terribly concerned. The occasional object get gnawed on with a little too much force and the world temporarily becomes a horrible place as she protests her existence, the existence of whatever she chewed on and the existence of everything in general.
Then she tries to bite my shoulder.
And, just think, this is merely one of twenty…