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| Who is the real victim here... |
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| The teether or all those who surround her? Ask any baby and they will tell you the correct answer: It's the baby. |
Lately mommy has been insisting that those swollen pink bulges on Raia's top gums will manifest in teeth in a matter of seconds. Mommy actually holds Raia's lips up so she can watch as those fresh ivories finally poke through. (Which they have not.)
In fact, she's been insisting for days now that the tooth would definitely emerge "tomorrow." And the "matter of seconds" that she so readily threw around has become innumerable. And yet with full faith - or hope - she continues to say that the tooth will pop out tomorrow. And then, she hopes, that she and abba will begin to see some semblance of sleep.
In the meantime, Raia shrieks in pain. And mommy just sings.
Mommy's Song
The tooth will come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
there'll be a tooth.
Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs of exhaustion till' there's only some
When I'm stuck in a day that's frazzled and whiney
I just stick up my chin and grin and PRAY oh...
(...Please God!!)
...The tooth'll come out tomorrow
So you got to hang on
till' tomorrow, come what may!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow
You're only a tooth away!
When I'm stuck in a day that's weepy and cranky
I just smear on the ora-gel and grit (my teeth) and PRAY oh...
(Repeat Chorus)
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| Raia doesn't just seem innocent. She is! |
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