One tooth, two teeth, three teeth, four teeth, five teeth, six teeth, seven. Seven teeth. The Girl had seven teeth. She started with two little chipmunk teeth on the bottom, then got two adorably large teeth on the top, then one poked out on the left side of those two, while one poked out underneath on the bottom, and finally, the last little tooth came in on the right of her two top front teeth.
The Mother’s favorite thing about these new teeth wasn’t that she could eat solids, or even that she sometimes nibbled her milk, but it was the way she looked when she was asleep, when her little mouth was open. Only one tooth would be visible, and it was both funny and cute at the same time.