Today was not a good day for me. All I did was cry, cry, cry. It’s a new cry, and I cried for hours. I couldn’t stop.
No I don’t want to be fed.
No, I don’t have gas.
No, I don’t need to be burped.
No, I am clean.
It hurts. It really hurts. Help me.
So I went to the doctor, and I overheard Mommy and her talking. They said what I was feeling were sharp things breaking through my gums.
Something they call teeth.
Whatever they are, I hate ‘em.
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