Sunday's mystery fever was explained Monday morning by the presence of an upper right cuspid peeking through the gums. So much for new teeth being a couple of months away! A solid food strike has ensued, which is oh so much fun. Fight him too much about eating, and he'll get so worked up that he vomits. Poor Tom has been the victim of the SorenPuke more often than I have, especially lately. It's not a ton of fun. I'll be glad when the teething's done...in another 8 months or whatever.