Again with The Magic Number 8

Each Bean has eight new teeth. All sixteen have either broken all the way through or will within the next day or so. As you can imagine, our weekend was absolutely miserable.

After deleting three different drafts of this post, I realize that I'm still not in a good enough mood to write it. Perhaps after a little attitude adjustment, and after the welts go down (mine, courtesy of the Beans' teeth, mostly Parki's) and after a nap or two I can do something better but for now, this is all I got.

What's really irking me is that all these teeth are just going to fall out anyway and then we're going to have to pay for two orthodontic treatments, treatments that will no doubt be at times painful for the Beans and perhaps keep them (and therefore me) up at night, so in short, we're going to go through all of this again.

Stupid teeth.