Sorry Charlie

I knew Charlie was teething, nibbling on everything she can get her hands on. I knew she had four, big choppers. What I did not realize is that she had a fifth. Not just breaking the skin. No, a big, fifth tooth. Out there. Front-and-center. I was stunned when I saw it last night. Today I will make it up to her.

Yesterday Harry and Charlie both sampled the local pool water at their friend Jack's house. "Well it's not Evian," mused my daughter, "but I like it very much."