Our normally laid back girl was very fussy last night. She had a runny nose and felt feverish. After twenty minutes of crying, I thought "Hmm, maybe she's teething." I stuck my finger in her mouth and found the culprit. It was a sharp little tooth. Charles administered the baby Ambesol and Motrin, and in less than five minutes she was giggling and smiling. God bless modern medicine! The picture is a little out focus, but the little white mass on the bottom right is her tooth.