For the longest time, he was stuck on 6 teeth. Now, he's working on his ninth. Actually, two molars are coming in at the same time, so he's been a bit out of sorts lately. Last night (this morning to be precise), he started shouting "milka" in a voice we'd never heard. It was one of clear pain and anguish. He just wanted something to soothe his sore gums.
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