Message to Mama K's Nipples: Watch Out!!!

Freeing our minds from the constant nagging worry of Young Old's in utero exposure to vast quantities of radiation while Mama K slaved away in the Chernobyl wastes, and saving himself from a lifetime of dentures, Young Old this morning decided to finally get the show on the road, breaking a tooth through his bottom gum. I guess that explains the flu-like symptoms, the week of sleepless nights, and the quantity of saliva only exhibited by blood hounds and mental ward patients. 

Bravo, O' Toothed Son, bravo.

Pictures to follow once he allows us access to his mouth, which might be a few months.