Hensley Wooth, Wooth, Wooth
You have not one, but four tooth tooth tooth.
You giggle when your brother and I
do the wiggle.
You love your da, da, da.
And you say it night and day.
Even when your brother is being quite the stink, you'll flash a smile my way,
and I can not even think!
P.S. You are crawling. It's so cute. No more putting you on the bed or the couch, or chair. I must get some baby gates.