I have figured out that teeth aren't all they are cracked up to be! I like the brushing, and the solid food - but the "bite" is pretty rough! Last Sunday night I slipped and hit my chin on the cedar chest in Mama's room. My tongue even bled. Daddy made me a snowcone to eat to help and on Monday I got a popsicle!
My tongue turned a dark purple on one side and I mostly just let it hang out on Monday - I made it hard for Mama to get a photo, but you get the picture!
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