Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Gum Razors

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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