I babysat Miles the other night. He walks now, so we spent about 45 minutes walking around the house, playing "I'm Gonna Get You." Then he got tired and cried. Through his bedtime snack. Through bath time. Through the lotion rub down. Through getting dressed in jammers (especially through getting dressed). Through
Brown Bear, Brown Bear and
Oops. For some reason
Clifford calmed him down. And he helped by turning all the pages. I love the little guy. I mean, look how cute we are together.
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Poor Kid. I wonder though, if you had started to cry too, would he have stopped and tried to read you a story?
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