Lyla was certain her pasta was too hot ("HAH! HAH! WAAH!") even though it was as tepid as anything served on Delta Airlines. I think she's teething, and based on the intensity of drooling, sucking, and fussing, I'd say we're looking at upper and lower canines, molars, and four impacted wisdom teeth.
So it became a dinner of pears.
And in other news, I've been very careful when teaching Lyla the word "fork," over-elongating it so it sounds like "fohrrrk." You don't want the kid sitting at the lunch table at daycare requesting a fuck. Just saying.
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