Drool on your shirt,
drool on your shirt,
lookin' like a fool with your
drool on your shirt.
He got his first two teeth on Saturday (yay!/boo!) and clearly more are in the works.
This reminds me of a little story. Stop me if you've heard this one. Oh wait, you can't! Ah the beauty of a blog. I seriously can't remember if I've told it or not though, sorry if I have.
One time I was practicing (my viola) and I was working really hard on this particularly difficult passage. Apparently my brain was at full capacity and neglected other automatic functions. Like swallowing. I didn't notice the drool until it had run all the way down my viola and into a puddle on the floor.
At least I was alone.
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