The Cutting Edge

Midway through the message this morning Alia started to get noisy so I took her out. As we are leaving, she starts to cry so I stick my finger in her mouth for her to suck on so she will be quiet until we can get out of the sanctuary. No sooner have we passed the doors to the back of the church than a sharp pain hits my finger and I quickly pull it out of Alia’s mouth. The small cut on my finger tells the story and I am so excited that I pop back into church (Paul was in the back row) and quietly pick up his hand and put the tip of his finger between Alia’s gums…his face was priceless! Her first tooth! We both missed the majority of the message after that—hey, all you parents of more than one…do you get as excited about these kinds of things with subsequent children as well?