Beep Beep

I have a feeling my son's first full compound word may be "douchebag," since I insist on using it to describe almost everyone else on the road. And I know I use the word, and yet, I can't stop myself. I have managed to whisper it (mostly), but I need to exercise more self control. Or maybe, all the douchebags on the road can kindly get off the road and not jeopardize my son's and my unborn daughter's lives with their freaking cell phone talking, no turn signaling ways. Other than that, the Tagami family has just gotten over a household of hideous, viscous stomach flu (okay, it was only husband and son, but not in that order, but still), and we are now trying to regain some sense of scheduling. Only, there's this: The day after Kane got over the flu - nay, half a day - his body decided it wanted to push through four molars. At once. I wouldn't have figured out why my little boy was sobbing 12 hours after breaking his fever, and why he couldn't sleep and wasn't thirsty, had I not just managed to stick a finger into his mouth on a hunch, and felt the serrated edges of those pesky little pieces of enamel just on the other side of his little pink gums.