Little Evan Droolmore has a bee in his bonnet

It's official. Our poor boy is teething with a vengeance. Onesies soaked to the belly. Nonstop hand chomping. He just isn’t himself. He doesn’t know what he wants, and goes from giggling to beet-red with pain in a heartbeat.

“Pick me up! Put me down! Feed me! I’m not hungry! Take me for a walk! Don’t take me anywhere! I want a bath! I can’t stand baths! I want you! Go away!”

Phew. Growing up is not for the faint of heart.