So I was changing Daniel's diaper this morning. I had the diaper down on
one side of me, Daniel was laying on the floor, Tamar was a few feet
away. While I was getting Daniel out of his PJs, Tamar crawled over to
me, picked up the diaper, and handed it to me. Now, this is a game they
like playing, so I said thank you, and put it back down. Well, she
picked it up and gave it to me again, so I said thank you, and put it back down.
She picked it up a third time, and pushed it at me. I put it on the
other side of Daniel.
She crawled over there and, with what can only be described as a very... patient look
on her face, picked the diaper back up, and gave it to me. So finally I
took the diaper and just held it in my hand until I was ready for it,
which made her happy again.
Then she crawled off, and slowly started dragging the box of wipes over to us...
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