It is the week of pain as two molars, possibly three, begin their relentless eruption through the gums of Ruth. Tears, sadness, short-tempered fits sprinkled with glimpses of the usual good cheer leave little alternative than to seek out her favorite foods and parks so off we went to Lucca Ravoli (22nd and Valencia) and Mission Playground (19th between Guerrero and Valencia).
The men at the deli are old-world cranky, stare hard at the lookers, love to talk sports and are sweet to the little ones. Like merchants who keep dog biscuits behind the counter for their customer's pooches, Lucca hands out long thin breadsticks to the babes, a usual delight for Ruth, except for Ruth with tooth. The breadstick, something she usually waves around like a victory baton, caused shrinking fear, leaving me no alternative than to pick up a bottle of Chianti for the promised night of difficulty ahead.
The park was a bright spot. Clean, fenced, with beautiful flower beds and two jungle gyms. One of our regular spots now.
Babies love ravoli, even teething babies. And the fevers that the doctors say are not associated with teething? Ask anyone with a sweaty, screaming, bleeding gummed ball of fury if they believe correlation is not causation.
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