What I learned today was that comfort can take many different shapes. One is a bean bag that Uncle Mike and Auntie Sue and Nicky and Ava bought for me for Christmas. Here’s how it works. Hot Mama or Daddy plop me onto it, it reshapes itself to fit my body and then I kinda daze off for a bit. Maybe I’ll watch some “Caillou” with Wyatt. Maybe I’ll just stare at the ceiling. Maybe I’ll fart “Bohemian Rhapsody”.
Maybe all three at once.
Okay, all three at once.
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