It turns out, Noah doesn't really like showing his teeth off. Whenever he realises we are talking about them, he closes his mouth up and refuses to open up. Today we were sat out in the garden in the searing heat (there is no irony there we applied layers of factor 60) and Cheryl and I were trying to find a way to trick Noah into opening his mouth so we could get a good picture of them. Eventually, Cheryl cracked it. "Noah!" she said, excitedly, "your room is finished!"
Boom! And there were his teeth!
We can't wait to brush 'em.
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