There is a God in heaven because the Boo finally got his fourth molar. After all the wailing and knashing of gums/teeth, we are finally done if only for a little while.

But with the molars comes the ability to chew.  Sounds good, right? 

E:  Crunch, crunch, crunch.
K:  Where's the baby?
D:  I don't know.  (translation-- 'I don't care')
E:  Crunch, crunch.
K:  No really.  Where is he?

I walked around the couch to find the Boo munching on the dog's food.  In the old days, he would just suck on it.  Now he can take it all the way.

K:  Stop eating the dog food.  The dog food that the dog is too good to eat.
E:  Crunch.
K:  Open your mouth.
E:  AAAAHHHHHH!

With that, the dog walked by with the carcass of the roaster chicken we had last night.  The chicken that the baby could not be bothered with last night.  The chicken carcass that I had thrown in the trash.

Can't keep the boy out of the dog food and can't keep the dog out of the people food.  GGGRRRRRR!