Hey Mom...

Remember when we were at Grandma's house and I kept waking up in the night?  You said that it was the worst night you've ever had with me.  You thought it was just because I wasn't in my own bed, but I was trying to tell  you something. 
Since you didn't listen that night, I decided that I needed to cry when you put me down or left the room.  I kept hearing you tell people that I was getting too attached to you and that I was getting separation anxiety.  I don't know what all that means.  I was just trying to tell you that my ears hurt.  You didn't listen.
Things were still pretty sore for a while.  Then I felt a pop and all this gunk came out of my ear.  That got you worried.  How can you understand oozy gunk...but you can't understand me?  I was tugging on my ears for days!  Doesn't that mean anything to you?
I guess I shouldn't be too hard on you.  I heard the doctor tell you that some kids get ear infections without a fever.  I am also at the age where discovering an ear can provide me with lots of entertainment.
I guess we can make a deal.  Next time, I'll try to cry more and have a fever...and you try not to let it go so long my eardrums rupture.  Sounds like a plan to me!
Love,
Nate