"Good morning, baby boy. Did you have a good sleep?" Aunt Marla asks. She makes her way over to the crib and picks you up. You start to cry. "Aw, there there. I'll change you, sweetheart." Aunt Marla said.
"There now. Don't you feel better?" Aunt Marla asks, standing you up. You are now wearing a clean diaper, orange shirt and little plaid shorts. "Let's go see Uncle Dylan!" Aunt Marla said, carrying you downstairs. She saw her husband at the table, reading the paper. He looks up and is...
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