
When my first baby was cutting his teeth, a girlfriend put me onto an absolute game changer.
“Have you heard about the secret teething gel they make at the pharmacy up the road?” she asked. “They don’t put it out on a shelf, so you only find out about it by word of mouth and MY GOD, it’s like a little bottle of magic.”
The mainstream stuff hadn’t really worked for us and after another night of almost zero sleep, the news that the local pharmacy was bootlegging a solution right there under the counter was music to my ears. I almost broke the land speed record to get there.
“I’ve come about the teething gel,” I said to Barb, the sales assistant.
