Oddly enough, when he would drop the sock (and it was a dirty sock of Carter's, mind you) he would pick it up and put it back in his mouth. Hey, he wasn't crying so chew away my little one, chew away!
Had I only known a dirty sock would calm him down I could have saved several dollars on teething remedies, chew toys (sounds like I'm talking about the dogs), and my sanity!!!!
There's something about this little one. He's going to be full of it, just full of it! The days ahead should be very, very interesting!!!