Often, Sam will start dinner first and finish first--leaving the rest of us to listen to his list of grievances (some days there are many). One such night when Sam was really giving us all the "what-for," I gave him a chicken bone to gnaw on just to get him to quiet down and be patient as the rest of us finished. I watched him carefully--often, I'm amazed at what he can do with two teeth and some determination. For the most part, he just gummed it and waved it around wildly. And now I'm properly raising a true Southerner.
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That was a favorite teething "tool" when I was raising you guys! Flavor and good gnawing - you are right - sounds southern. Ha...
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