Along with walking comes lots of cool things. Walking over to get a toy you want. Walking to Mom with a book in you hand you want her to read. Walking over to Mom to give her a hug and kiss. Walking over to give the coffee table a kiss. Or maybe not so much of a kiss as a ceremonial sacrifice of your bottom lip. And your tongue. Twice. In 24 hours.
C’s latest owie. Lots of tears, lots of blood, not a lot of tooth brushing going on until it heals.