Earlier this week, we experienced what was probably the last of the 60-degree weather for the year. In honor of those last few moments of warmth, I treated the kids to ice cream at an outdoor stand. As the girls happily dug into their sundaes (“choco-yat” for Susie, “banilla” for Becky), the cashier offered me a free tiny cone for Jimmy. I gratefully accepted, figuring I’d just eat it up on his behalf. But as I started licking away, Jimmy began to wiggle in my arms in an effort to reach the cone. He kept straining toward that scoop and I was worried I was going to drop him or the ice cream. I didn’t really want to lose either one of them, so I brought the cone to his lips and told him to go for it. He opened his mouth, pressed his lips into the scoop and then drew back slightly, startled at the taste and temperature. But it only took a second before he leaned in for another bite. And another. And another.
He only has six teeth, but he already has a sweet tooth!
A boy after my own heart! Love him! Thanks for your email by the way!
Well why would he ever need any more teeth….he can now eat icecream! I say stop teething now and just give the kid icecream!!!! More sleep for mommy and one happy baby!!!! Who needs a whole mouth of teeth anyways!!??!