The canines are in. And then, all of a sudden, it seemed he shed his woes. For a moment in time, he lost himself in laughter. And he wasn't faking it. It was the end of another bout of the ever-so elusive teethery. We could all resume our happy-go-lucky lives.
Prelude to a bath. Post-dinner (vegetable soup), there was nothing better to do than be outrageously adorable. What else is there to do on a Friday night?