"She is miserable"

This was the text that I got while I was out getting groceries. I had gone the long way, via the beach (as one does when summer days are sunny) and Kris was home sick and momentarily watching Eleanor. Poor love has been teething horribly and I wasn't surprised to get this message. Well, I raced home to "save the day" and plopped her down with a pint of blueberries. Look at how miserable she is!!