a chip off the old block

I haven't shared with you that Miles was born with a tooth. So was I. I like to say we are over-achievers since birth. But, as there are no scientific studies to prove it, you'll just have to take my word for it.

Right now this one little tooth is like a razor blade. Just this morning, I heard Max squeal after he'd inadvertently stuck his hand in Miles' mouth. Perhaps this will teach him not to stick his hand in other people's mouths...or not.

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Lots [and lots] of work happening these days...just not here. Here's hoping distance does indeed make the heart grow stronger!