F-off molars. We were doing just fine without you.

Dear molars,

My boys have handled teething pretty well. They both got two bottom teeth at six months and the week after their first birthday six more new teeth popped through. Usually, they wake for a night or two before the tooth cuts through their gums but that's it. No crying, no more waking at night, nothing.

Molars, you have rocked our world.

These two are miserable. They scream and hold their face. They are refusing to eat anything besides bananas. They suck on crushed ice all day long. Calvin has been able to sleep six hours at a time but Luke is waking after four hours, and coming to bed with us. I am currently in week three of sleeping with a hot, footie pajama body next to me. It's. Been. Rough.

So, F-off molars! We were eating chicken and crunching on Veggie Sticks just fine before you tried to show up. Quit pissing off my kids and leave us alone.

Not happy campers.