Metaphorically speaking, that is.
DD2 (4 months) is teething like a maniac. Gnawing, cranky, exploding nappies etc. She actually growled and bit me earlier. Drooling like a bloodhound, biting like a piranha, sleeping like, well, a baby. A baby who is really shit at sleeping.
It's been going on for weeks and still no fecking tooth. It's teething, I bloody know it's teething, but still she refuses to prove me right. If she doesn't pop a full set of incisors by the morning I'm giving her away to the next person who knocks on the door. Congrats, Ocado man, it's a girl. Best of luck.