More whine, sir...

Dear Nicky,

Today was basically one long whine fest. Shelby tried to work on you to no avail. You napped almost not at all, maybe a little on me, but whenever you weren't being held you were crying. I know your teeth are killing you, but what's killing me is this sudden aversion to food and drink. You cry and kick and struggle. Why? It's all your favorites. Mom and I don't understand it and it makes us scared, frustrated, and tired. Tomorrow I'll see if we can go see Doc Mock and make sure you're okay. I think your plumbing is fine and I think your melon is okay too, but what the heck is going on already?

Love,
Dad