My mom won't pick me up and bounce me! She won't carry me up the stairs. And I get no more milk in my bottles; only water. Then she pretends not to know what I'm talking about when I get mad! She says if I'm going to be all attached to the bottle, that that's what I get. No fair! She knows what I want! Come on. These are just baby teeth anyway, and I can stop this habit any time when I get around to feeling like it. I'm good and mad about it. See how I've banged my head already? Ow.
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ReplyDeleteI think he's banging his head because mental health is driving him mad, tho'. LOL! I think we're the same age if we're singing the same ol' 80s tunes here.
ReplyDeleteAwww mum, couldn't you have put a nicer photo of me on the blog???
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