My son....THE SHARK

Dear Son....
If you want to live a long time in this house...
Without developing a permanent home in your crib...
or hearing me scream your name in anger...
Please....Please quit biting me.
Your little teeth are sharp...
and it hurts when they pierce my skin....
(or Mathew's, or daddy's)
It is most unpleasant to be sitting there in a quiet stupor
and all of a sudden -be jarred back to the present
By six-VERY-SHARP-TEETH
impaled in my toe.
Of course...you KNOW...that I don't like it...
I am pretty sure that my screams of pain
tell you that....
Why you LAUGH when I cry is beyond me...
and the sharp piercing screams...
that accompany the six little teeth
tearing into my skin
as you yell NO
are not popular with me either.....
You tricked me when you pretended
to be a quiet and a gentle baby
You had me fooled good.
Good practice I guess
for later when you are a teen...
...oh...
and just a reminder...
mommy is not a chew toy...
So when I am nursing....
please
BE GENTLE!
or you may be weaned
sooner then you expect kid....

Love Mom.