At 3.5 months, he’s teething.
Seriously? He’s been drooling like crazy and Mr. Aggie said he thought he was getting a tooth. I dismissed such a ridiculous notion. Then, today, Andrew grabbed my finger and stuck it right on his lower right gum as if to say, “Look, woman, he’s not stupid.” Sure enough, it’s plain to see and feel, a sharp, white little tooth trying to poke through.
I apologized to the spouse, now I’m off to research what this whole teething thing means.
Holy cow, y’all.