Poor kid...

Dear Nicky,

Those darn teeth are attacking again! They make you irritable, restless, unable to eat, drooly, and feverish. It's really been hard. Nightmarish, even. We give you some Tylenol now and then, but we don't want to give you Tylenol everything you turn around. Hearing you cry in discomfort is like being cut by a knife. Like always, I wish I could bear your burden.

Love,
Dad