Little Legs sat on the couch in full cartoon-zombieboy-mode. His eyes were transfixed on a big, red dog that galloped across the screen. And although Little Legs didn't have any Goldfish or animal crackers, he flipped something back and forth with his tongue. A flash of silver caught my eye. "What is in your mouth, […]

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