So theres always a fight for the same teether and yes dont ask me theres only one of that kind. Lesson learnt. Whenever one of them spots it, the other has to have it too. Today, as the teether lied abandoned, Avyukth crawled to it and kept it in his mouth, the look of a clear winner. Little did he know that Akshath was stalking towards him, waiting for the right moment to ambush. As Avyukth got distracted a little by the noise from the TV, BAM! Akshath had pulled off the teether from his mouth and happily lodged it into his. Smirk smirk. Drool Drool. The second iteration of teether interchange happened but this time a bunch of Akshath's hair was in Avyukth's one hand and the second hand held the magical teether. A third. A fourth. And then I thought perhaps I should intervene. I slowly removed the teether from Akshath's mouth and gave it to Avyukth. Finders keepers. I'm patting myself, elated and thats when the wailing started. Ear piercing. I put Akshath on my lap to console him and try to lure him with a toy camera that glows bright red. In a fluidic motion he rolled 180 degrees and changed to prone... and that second the searing pain made me realize I had turned into his teether!
Whoever said teething woes were only for babies...
Cheers,
Hopie
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