Dear Dumplin,
Why won’t your little molars let you sleep at night?
Why won’t your new formed teeth let you bite?
Why must these teeth torture you so?
The pain in your mouth absolutely must go!
You bite Mommy’s fingers, you bite mommy’s clothes
I had to stop you from biting my nose!
Mama is tired and mama is cranky.
Mama hasn’t slept, she needs her blanky!
Love,
Mama