A Letter of Request

Dear Jane's Bottom Two Teeth, 

Hello...I am Jane's mama.  You know, the lady who you are torturing with you ever so sllllloooooowwww ascent through Jane's gums?  The woman who's baby has not taken a decent nap in DAYS.  The woman whose baby went from a happy little imp to looking like this:

You know, I am trying to be patient here.  I do appreciate your presence. After all, one cannot partake in the joys of steak and lasagna without you.  But do you realize that you are taking away my baby's sweet, toothless grin? I know Jane would look awfully silly if she had no teeth by the time she was....say....six, but at the same time, I am trying to hold onto to every baby moment here.  And cutting teeth?  Why that just means we are one step closer to getting a driver's license and going off to college.  So in the meantime, I'll hold on to every toothless grin I can get.

But little teeth, my patience...it IS wearing thin.  You are very sneaky, one day looking like you are about to break through and the next day HIDING and making me think that I am seeing things.  You should not do this because when you are my age and you have a baby, you tend to think you have lost your mind on a daily basis.  Your sneaky ways do not help me in my quest to Keep It Together.  

So, both Jane and I implore you...please help us out and make your way through her tender little gums already and end the torture for all of us.  We are tired of the statement, "Forgive her attitude, she is teething."  

You are the source of all her pain and anguish.  How does this make you feel??

Respectfully,

Jane's Mama