Late in the day I often get punch drunk. The line between me hysterically laughing and hysterically crying is wafer thin (note the clever monty python reference). It is also very difficult to discern exactly what drives me to laugh and what makes me cry, but Mom and Dad generally try to pull out all the stops to get me giggling, even if it means acting like total jokers.
In this vignette, Mommy is trying her best to keep me happy while dad shovels food in my mouth.
In other news my first tooth has finally popped through my lower gum. Five months after she started saying I was teething, Grandma was finally right. Let me tell you folks, teething is not a pleasant experience. Thank goodness for baby Motrin.
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