Sir Fuss-A-Lot

Tonight, during a visit from our much-missed Miss Aiyana who spent the last year in an exchange program in Austria, Jackson became very fussy and we decided to put him straight to bed. He couldn't be calmed and, apparently, didn't want to sleep either. Neither of these traits is normal for him, so I went upstairs to bring him back down again.

Sarcastically I said, "Jackson, what is the deal with you? You getting a tooth tonight or something?" as I absent-mindedly stuck a finger into his mouth.

And guess what, he was. There, barely visible and definitely tangible, was a clear little tooth tip peeking up from gums where nothing had been that morning. I guess I had my answer!

A little Orajel and he was himself again in no time. I wonder how long he will sleep tonight?