Like father like daughter

So, Isla now has a few teeth and over the past couple of days, she's figured out that she can grind them together. I know most people (myself included) don't enjoy the sound produced from grinding teeth, but in typical Presley fashion Stephen reacts a bit extreme to this particular noise.

Today Stephen was feeding Isla lunch and I was in the other room trying to work when he comes running in panicked saying that I have to go take over because she was grinding her teeth and he couldn't take it. I stated that I don't like the noise either and that he could get through it. There was much flailing and shouting, then a pronouncement that he has it covered. I walked into the kitchen to find Stephen now wearing his iPod while continuing to feed our baby lunch. Of course now he was dancing about the kitchen to the tune of whatever he was listening. Crisis averted!

If I ever wondered where Isla's dramatic nature came from, I don't have to look far...