So, Connor has been a terror over the past month or so. His left eye became gooey, but he never ran a fever or had any other signs of sickness. He chased Logan around the house and repeatedly bit him, squealed unhappily at Chester (His Grandma's Golden Retriever) and repeatedly hit.
Turns out the poor little dude isn't a holy monster after all. After his eye has healed up again on its own, I found four little molars poking out of his gums. Poor guy was being tormented and was just sharing his frustrations.
I'm relieved to find out that I did not birth the Anti-Christ.
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