Trapped in a teething nightmare

2 front teeth. 3 molars. Pure misery.

Our sweet happy-go-lucky boy has disappeared. Overnight.
Our hearts ache as we try to do what we can to ease his pain and comfort him as crocodile tears roll down his face.
We fully realize just how lucky we are to have our sweet natured boy. And, while we love every day with him, we look forward to days of smiles and laughter once more.