Nails on a chalkboard...sort of

Now that Roxanne has a top tooth, or at least part of a top tooth and then another corner of the other top tooth, she has discovered that she can click and grind them against her bottom teeth. The sound is very yucky to me. It's almost as gross as when you can hear someone scratching their leg through a tight pair of blue jeans. For some reason, that sound grosses me out, too. Well, I shouldn't say it's gross, just sort of uncomfortable. It's a lot like when Roxanne goes in a play pen. She scratches at the inside of her play pen like a little prisoner. Honestly, I respond to that faster than I do to crying. I can't blame Roxanne for these noises, especially when I think of how weird it must be to be doing these things for the first time. It brings me back to that Wim Wenders movie, Wings of Desire, which has a totally stupid English title. Apparently the actual translation from the German title would be Angels Over Berlin, but that's beside the point. It's a lovely movie, and Peter Falk, better known as Columbo, is in it, as an angel who gives up his immortality to become human when he falls in love with a woman. He is describing the experience of being human to an angel who is considering taking the plunge, and he describes every day experiences like tasting hot coffee and drawing with a pad and paper in the most exquisite way. I'm not sure if Roxanne would be as eloquent, but I would love to hear her thoughts on the first time she ground her teeth together, or scratched nylon with her little baby nails.