Poor Baby

The Boss doesn't know what he wants. He toddles to his corner and pauses to whine at the window. He moans while sitting down beside the toy chest. He rubs his eyes with drooly little fists. He's tired, but won't sleep. He's bored, but won't play. He's thirsty, but won't drink. He's miserable. His fingers slide in and out of his mouth, poking at swollen gums.

One-year molars - right on time.