You know, I'm still not sure how to define this relationship, but I want to be honest with you. I've never liked you.
Sure, you're bringing some good things into my life, but your methods stink.
My beautiful angel son will eventually be able to eat solid foods all on his own, but in the meantime, this accurately defines my feelings toward you:
I'm even ADD like him, thanks to the rough nights you put my beautiful angel son and I through. Jerk.
Sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but you kinda are a jerk, Teething.
Why don't you go take your cranky, no-sleepy, bitey influence elsewhere?
Jerk.
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