My six month old Cher has been uncommonly fussy for the past few weeks. I didn't know what was going on. It had all seemed so simple. There was the Good Child, Cher, and the Bad Child*, Pixie. Granted, Pixie's "badness" is just a factor of potty training and normal toddler stuff, but I like things black and white so they were easily shuffled away into their respective categories. But then Cher starts acting up. We tried to get some cute pictures of the family last weekend but Cher refused to put on her usual smile. Pixie was looking better and better by the minute! What was going on?
Today all was forgiven. Darling Cher's first tooth burst out of her bottom gum this morning. The world is right again. My Good Child has returned!
*"Bad Child" is a registered trademark of Hollywood Flakes, Inc. No other mother has experienced the traumas of potty training, the emotional rollercoaster of night wakings, and the exquisite agonies of colic like they have. They have a monopoly on parental woe. Yeah, you heard me.