I have had a headache for three, maybe four, days. It hurts, make it stop.
Mason is an unhappy baby. We believe he is getting a tooth, perhaps a molar. He had four costume changes today, mainly due to moist shirts from the drool. The faucet is turned on and I can’t get it to shut off. There is drool every where. You walk in it. You sit in it. It’s puddling where he sits idly for more than two minutes. He’s worse than a Saint Bernard. Poor guy has a fever and constantly has his tongue sticking out. He looks like an upset drunk. He’s waking up a lot too. Nobody likes that.
