When I asked Scout to get Dash a blanket because he was cold, this is what I found. Six blankets later, I got down to my sweet baby’s face — pink cheeks and all.
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I guess this is better than Navy’s recent obsession with helping. I turned to see her the other day carrying him from his chair to the couch. I’ll admit that she had him cradled in her arms pretty good. But the next day when I heard him crying, and I went in to the next room to see what the matter was, Navy said, “I was carrying him to you, but he was too heavy.” And there he laid on the floor — about ten feet from the bed he was on. Needless to say, I don’t leave him alone with her anymore.
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