I've mentioned before that Nolan has been teething for over eight months now. I've become accustomed to the drool patches on my sweaters, they're really no worse than the horrible shoulder pad fad of the eighties. And Nolan's a pretty good natured...
drooling... he must be teething!
Fevers? He's probably teething.
Oh, look at your baby
chomp on those toys! He's surely teething.
I've been listening to the old, and not-so-old, wives for pretty
much the whole eight-some months of Truman's life....