Evidence that you don't want my tooth genes

Here's a picture of Jacob having a good ol' time swinging at the park. It's not the greatest. If you squint one eye and the moon is in the second house perhaps you can make out the tips of his huge top incisors as they very rapidly descend down into his oral cavity. Did I mention he likes to bite? That he almost amputated Dada's nose last week? My poor bosoms, they cower in fear.

If you can't see the teeth, you can amuse yourself staring deeply into his pretty blue eyes. You can hear him now, can't you? "Hello, ladies..."