So imagine this. Imagine you’re a little baby. Inside your little baby mouth you have many tender, soft and fleshy surfaces. This is mostly great because you can use your squishy little mouth for all sorts of useful things with no problems like eating from an equally squishy nipple, tasting foreign objects and mouthing Dad’s face. Life is great.

But now imagine that underneath the surface of this pink fleshy playground you call your mouth there is a tortuous evil super sharp white beast. And said little Tortuous Evil Super Sharp White Beast (let’s call him TES… er, lets call him Beastie), wee little Beastie has it in his mind that he is no longer content to lie beneath the surface of your tender soft gums, and suddenly he must take his razor sharp edge, and begin to JAM his sharp edge and JAM, JAM, JAM himself up against the tender underside of your soft gums until the little bastard…. I mean Beastie manages to actually TEAR the flesh apart, creating a gaping wound in your gum line so that he may POP his greedy little self out into your previously tender, soft and fleshy mouth. OOOOOOOOUCH.

Does that sound pleasant to you? Me neither. That’s the little drama going on in my mouth these days. Can you believe it!? This morning I went from happily singing “Mom mom mom mom” to screaming “Mooooooooaaaama!!!! aaayyyaaayyyayyyay!” I’ve been sticking things in my mouth all day and nothing seems to stop the pain. I’ve even got a little fever. To top it all off its so hot here in New York that Mom won’t let me go outside. I guess that even though I’m big enough to cut my first tooth, I’m not big enough to handle a little weather. It majorly stinks. Majorly.

I gotta go brush the Beastie now. Later.

xoxo
-Tess