Dear one year molars,
You are NOT my friend.
No. In fact you are very mean to me!
You make me sad. And when I'm sad that makes Mama crazy. Because I cry. A lot.
One year molars, you are the bane of my existence. ....and yes, I have an advanced vocabulary for a 12 month old.
And you know what? Do you want to know who *is* my friend? Monkey paci. Dear old monkey paci. In fact, we both hate you. (I know it's not nice to hate, but Mama said it's ok just this once.)
My friend <3
That is all.