Deep in the night at Chez Nutmeg, a cry sounds from the crib. Mama Nut stumbles to the crib, sees a pacifier lying on the sheet, and sticks it in Nutmeg's mouth. Nutmeg spits it out, says, "Fuzz." And makes that sound you make when you're trying to get a piece of fuzz of your tongue.
Mama says, "Yeah, don't you hate that?"
I feel like I’m doing this backward.
3 hours ago
1 comment:
yes. i hate that too. she's a very smart girl.
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