My friend Gretchen speculated on Facebook that perhaps Simon's meltdown yesterday was induced by an ear infection. That kind of put a bug in Diana's mind as a possibility, and since we're traveling this week, we figured that would suck if we didn't catch it.
So she took the boy to see Dr. Cargopants, and she made a non-amazing discovery... Simon is busting out his eighth tooth, a molar. I say non-amazing, because honestly, this kid's over-achieving dental history just isn't surprising anymore. We just didn't see the signs because it's in the part of his mouth we rarely see.
I better start saving for braces. He'll probably need them by next year.