Well, now that my nails are trimmed, I've turned into stealth choodle. You can't hear me coming down the hall, and when I bounce next to the bed in the morning, there's no click click click. Mami says now I sound like a tennis ball bouncing. She likes it better that way. It's easier to ignore.
But that doesn't mean my teeth are any smoother. I'm still a good biter and chewer. In fact, I demonstrated my talents on the hall rug this morning. Papi thinks I'll grow out of it. I'm not so sure.
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