I do this morning.
Project Big Boy continues.
It is getting marginally better each day.
Like by maybe a millimetre.
And this morning in a toddler fit of rage,
caused by his not wanting to get dressed,
I had a glimpse into the depths of his mouth.
Guess what I saw?
Way back at the top......
Two honking molars that maybe broke through this week.
And I thought he had all of his teeth.
A horses ass I am.
For yet again feeling like I didn't do the right thing at the right time.
And guess what?
I have a feeling that this horse's ass feeling probably doesn't really ever go away.