We have teeth! Or tooth, anyway.
Miles has a habit, as outlined previously, of gnawing on…well…pretty much anything he can fit between his jaws. This has included fingers, both his and mine. I’ve generally allowed this, laughing as he slowly realized that my fingers were unsavory and eventually rejected them. However, I’m rethinking this behavior since he bit down on my index finger this weekend and, to my horror, I felt as though a razor was puncturing my flesh.
Yes, barely visible on Miles’s bottom gum is the small white dot of a sprouting tooth. It hasn’t completely surfaced yet, but try telling that to my finger.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 