Baby Grandpa

A photo sent along from the grandparents showing Zane’s Grandpa back when he was probably a couple years old.

Now, about that molar.

Poking around in Zane’s mouth (which has been getting easier) it looks like he’s got a couple of them coming on the bottom row. But I’m not seeing the purple, angry looking gum that was so alarming the other night. Thinking back on that night I remembered that an hour or so before Zane and I had been playing outside. One of the stops was the garden where I picked zucchini and then we finished off the last three or four blueberries. That’s right, the molar of doom was most certainly a blueberry skin stuck to his gums.