I have a new doll. Mama say it's my baby brother. He moves, cries, and eats Mama's nummies. I love my new baby. I wish mama would let me hold him by myself. When I'm bigger, and he's bigger, we'll be best pals.
Sometimes all I need to perk up, is the squealing laughter of this crazy, wonderful child. She makes my day! Her passion in joy is reflected in passionate anger, but thankfully that seldom happens.