Let me set the scene. Laundry in full production, two babies crying, one in my arms, warming new bottles, and the phone rings. I dispatch the caller while grabbing the fresh bottles and completed laundry. Moving the lot into the nursery I set down the basket and administer a bottle to Trey who is screaming in the crib. Once he is settled, I realize I no longer hear Benji crying. Turning I momentarily panic as I don’t immediately see my other baby. At second glance I see the little chameleon camouflaged in the laundry basket playing 'possum. Apparently the warm clothing suited him just fine. One day he’ll be great at hide and seek.
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Sooooo glad you found my baby. Consider sending him to warm Florida. We don't loose babies down here.
However, warm laundry is soft and comforting when daddy looses you. I told you that boy is smart. Warmth is nice . . . I hear your temps in KY are burrrr!
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