The peanuts are divided into 3 "big" and 2 "little" ones. The littlest of the little peanuts has been quite beside himself with back molars coming in. (are there front molars I wonder? I always hear about the back ones)
Five always gets quite sick when teething, very drooly, and, it must be said, epically cranky as well. Not just cranky - you must understand this - epic-worthy cranky. He throws his head back in manic Bette Davis fashion and really works at pushing out the wails. If he doesn't feel the head toss will have the desired effect, he turns circles while shaking his head. Sometimes it is the dual handwave of denial: "No! No! No! I do not want a bottle...or digestive cookie...or hug..." accompanied by backing into the wall.
Even with his eyes looking bruised from the marathon crying, and his face red and blotchy from the teething he's cute as tuppence. Good thing too, or he'd be on the curb come Monday morning waiting for pickup!
The other day, his daddy asked him if he needed a cuddle. He of course, waved "No! No!" while emphatically wagging his head back and forth, but Four came thumping up the stairs from the basement crying: "Yes! I want cuddles, daddy! I want cuddles!"
I love Peanuts.
Me too! Because Peanuts know that kisses blown through telephones will most certainly come out the holes on the other end.
ReplyDeleteDid you see that the Testosterhome is anticipating the arrival of Peanut Six?
Miss you!