Boy, it's great being a baby. The big kids have to go to bed and I get to stay up, napping in mom' arms and waking up around 11pm to hang out for a while.
Wait a minute. Why am I wrapped up in a scarf?
While I was napping, mama and papa were hatching a plan for posing me for pictures. (I think Aunt Jenni put them up to this.) Did you know that all babies dream of a Tiny Taj Mahal?
Papa set this one up. I guess this is called "How did this baby sneak in my briefcase and where is my Hume?"
"Contemplation of the sucking of my fingers."
Outtake!
This really is humiliating. I hope you're happy, Aunt Jenni.
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