I'm sure you're tired of hearing me whine about Little One and her teeth. I'm sick of myself. This morning I realized what was - is? - throwing me and messing with my emotions. I can handle her soon-to-be front-toothless grin. Seriously, I'm not that shallow. What's upsetting my senses is that Little One's breath currently lacks that sweet baby's breath scent. She's two. She has sweet, fresh breath. Right now her breath smells like blood and a little like decay. Upsetting, yes? Right now my baby doesn't smell like my baby and it's upset my senses, thus throwing my emotions for a loop.
The good news is that just like anything that's finally unveiled and not shrouded in worrisome mystery, it's not bothering me today nearly as much as it was yesterday. Soon enough those little wounded teeth will fall out, her mouth will heal, and she'll smell like my baby again. Unless she's been playing outside. Then she'll smell like a puppy.
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