For most of the evening, Alyson was fussy and clingy. She kept sticking her fingers in her mouth, so I figured her molars coming in were bothering her.
Me: Are your teeth hurting you?
Alyson: No.
Me: Then what's wrong? Why have you been so fussy?
Alyson: Want to.
Well, okay then. That sums up toddlerhood for you.
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