Mommy says: OW!
Mommy stomps upstairs holding offending chomper at arm's length, sensitive body part sending out pain messages frantically. (It's OK, body, I got the message loud and clear!)
Mommy places vicious beast into crib and turns on the mobile, exits the room and shuts the door. Mommy stomps downstairs, restraining urge to curse like a sailor.
Emma, eventually figuring our that she's all alone, says "Waaaaaaaah!"
"Is Emma in trouble?" Caitlin asks, delighted that it's someone else's turn.
"Yes. She's in a baby timeout." Eric explains.
The first of many, I'm sure.
I'm so not looking forward to teeth. Do they make mouth guards small enough?