Remember how I said the jokes rock when you have four kids?
Well, my baby stymied me. I can’t use my “oneth” joke. I just felt in his mouth and he’s cut TWO teeth.
Meaning he has not “oneth” but “twoth,” and I can’t use my joke.
Pathetic though it was. And really, I have so few funny jokes that the loss of even one is crippling.
I don’t want him to grow up. He’s a little less a baby right now.
Edited to add:
I just looked in his mouth again. The little stinker cut three teeth. I can’t even use the “twoth” joke.
