New Teeth
They're coming through like daggers,
Ripping at the flesh.
These baby teeth don't care one bit
About Charlie's state of mess.
Up all night.
A screaming fright.
And now I'm too tired to write.
Another goodnight.
Yikes.
:(
Saturday, April 25, 2009
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Poor Charlie and poor mama and papa. Charlie will have no recollection of this time, but you always will. No fun.
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