oh, the shame, the shame of it

I spent all week complaining to anyone who would listen about how difficult er pupo was being and how i didn't know how to cope with him. He was whining constantly, wouldn't eat, wanted held continuously and was generally bad tempered...

... fast forward to saturday, when he laughs and i see 2 new molars on the bottom of his mouth. the wee soul was in pain all the time.

Bad mummy for thinking satan had possessed her child.