Stuart rolled over yesterday. Johanna and I were ecstatic. Stuart, on the other hand, was furious. I could hear the internal dialog.
"All that work! All that work and what do I get for it?!? My arm trapped underneath me and a face full of carpet! Damn it! Somebody get me a boob!"
OK, maybe he wouldn't have sworn, but his sister has taken to it so well, I figure it's only a matter of time.
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