Bruxism

I heard him,

teeth grinding on teeth until they clicked.

His jaw jerked, and I internally cringed.

A child, small, and bright, with a sort of cubic-shape was pressing his mouth into a thin line and grinding his new teeth away.

I think my stomach twisted something sick.

My ears keep hearing the incessant click.

Poor boy.

He's probably got Bruxism, and if he doesn't now, he might later.

I love him all the same.

No pacifier is to blame.

He doesn't like them.

He doesn't want them.

He will not chew on anything else.

I guess Bruxism is his solution to cutting teeth.

If only I could have him adopt some other method.

Some form of thing that's easier to break.