Remember Slimer?
Poor guy, everybody liked him, but nobody wanted to be slimed by him. It wasn't his fault, really.
Zak's teething, and he's been sliming me left and right, literally, he bites my chin and turns his head left and right.
I just have to remind myself as I keep wiping his chin, and mine, that it's not his fault... really, and yesterday was a hard day for the little guy. So, I guess I can put up with a little slime, if it ensures that he doesn't give me this sad face anymore...
Who knew that just the Tylenol bottle could offer instant relief?
So bring on the slime!! I ain't afraid of no ghost!
1 comment:
Oooohhhh Poor wittle cutie pie Zak! We feel for you buddy. Hang in there! Just ask mommy for a big ol steak--that'll cut those teeth! =)
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