Saturday, 9 November 2013


Something a bit different today, short and sweet as my poor baby is struggling with her teething. A little poem about growing teeth

 T - terrible teething,
E - every single one
E - every razor sharp blade,
T - twisting and pushing,
H - hurting my precious girl.
I - inconsolable,
N - nothing I can do
G- growing teeth hurts.

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