I the the Magpie is getting another tooth.
I hope the Magpie is getting another tooth. Because, really, if not, she’s entering the terrible two’s far too early. She’s been a little too pissy and a little too easily aggravated the past couple of days. She’s turning the tiniest slight into the grandest drama and she’s learned how to turn on the tears. And she has perfected her boo hoo.
It’s actually kind of hard not to giggle.
It’s that ongoing dilemma, though. Is she really uncomfortable or is she playing us? I know she can and she has, but I can’t always make that distinction.
Damn, and if I can’t tell the difference now, I’m completely screwed when she hits her teens…