And oh did you see down there?
Baby has gotten all it's toes (to kick us with) all it's fingers (to scratch us with) and is a functioning pee machine (to stink us out with).
Hoorah.
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Watch out world, we're having a geetar-playin', paintbrush-swangin', lyric-sangin', poem-readin', poop-poopin' baby! Providing Squeezel doesn't eat it in our sleep.
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