I don't like it. I understand it's a necessary part of having teeth so I can chew stuff and smile with a big toothy grin... but this kinda stinks. Now, I'm not a baby. Okay, I am... but I don't act like one. I don't cry about it. I just yell a lot. Normally, I look like this....
But after a teething spell... Mom gives me some icky tasting Baby Orajel and a bit of Baby Tylenol, and I'm like this:
Clearly, I am not pleased.
Then I take a nap. Word on the street is that I either sound like a cat purring when I'm in a good mood, and I snore when I'm not.
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