The One in Which Sophie Dies a Slow Chewed Up Death

Cason is a teething fiend. I feel like he's been teething for half of his life. One slow tooth after the other. He will gnaw on Sophie the Giraffe until she's slimed with drool and her squeaker is driving me nuts. I finally documented the fierceness with which Cannon attacks his teething time. He's not joke about getting in new chompers. 

He pretends he's all sweet and innocent . . .

He even flashes he's adorable grin . . .

And then he spots her. Eye contact has been made. 

And let the squeaky chewing begin!