"Charlie"=Coach in this scenario.
My sweet little perfect boy BIT me on the arm. Who knew one little tooth nub could hurt so much. I am sort of thankful I'm not still breastfeeding at this point...
Also, it turns out Fancy loves pickles as much as her momma. We had panera tonight and I got a pickle with my sandwich. She was on my lap and I heard this slurping noise. She had that pickle by the throat (figuratively) and was sucking the life out of it. I took it away after a few minutes and she cried and cried. She STILL smells like vinegar. Looks like its time for the second bath in 2 hours :)
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