When the shark bites

We were joking over dinner a couple days ago that the bun, being unusual, would probably sprout teeth all at once like a shark. Damned if it doesn't look to be true. He's not only getting his front bottom choppers (the customary first pearlies) but his front top as well.

This is making Operation Bun-Sleep a bit more difficult.*

*Which is to say, impossible. He woke up every hour last night, inconsolable, fidgety, miserable. Living in a shark-infested bedroom is not so easy. At least when the shark is teething.

Excuse me while I bludgeon myself back to sleep.