Let me centrally incissor you, mama!

My mama has been pretty irritating of late. She keeps prying my mouth open to see if there are anymore teeth growing. Can't we babies have our own privacy? Hmmmp! Okie, to satisfy your curiousity mama, e-i-g-h-t, I now have 8 teeth. Happy? Now, keep your fingers away from my mouth unless you want me to use them as teether again!