That didn’t last long. The poor little monster must have some serious new molar action going on in his upper jaw. He’s hot, his cheeks are bright red, and he has been crying all day long. Bonjella sorts him out, so it must be his teeth. I cut a new wisdom tooth a couple of years ago and I still remember that, so I sympathise. Paracetamol won’t touch it, but Bonjella is fantastic.
He’s cuddling his monkey in his cot. I think we’ll be up a few times tonight.
