Teeth

Mama tells me that these things in my mouth (that's what she calls it) that keep popping up are teeth. Whatever. All I know is that I am glad I am getting more of them so I can defend myself.

Yep. A boy at this place I go during the daytime when Mama and Papa go to work used his teeth on me! I'm not a cheerio or a cookie! Yummmm .... cheerios ... cookies ... I'm hungry!

[Note from Mama: Not too bad of a bite, but I sure was unhappy! He bit her on her jaw, too ... an unlikely spot, if you ask me.]