Aaaargh — my baby did an end run around me!

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.