Dearest Fynn, A Sequel, A Post that Introduces the Label "Guilt"

Dearest Fynn, Cutest Boy Ever,

I am sorry I tried to make you put yourself back to sleep by letting you cry for ten minutes. I didn't know you'd cut your gums where your new tooth is growing in and that you were bleeding. Mommy feels about as big as a cockroach. I love you madly.

Love,
Mommy, Your Loyal Servant