Margot feeds Alice every day. Most of the time she just does it, sometimes it takes a gentle reminder. Other times, she just flat out refuses. Like when Andy was making pancakes and I was changing Ruby’s diaper and she said, as Alice hovered three inches from her face, pleading for breakfast, “No, I just can’t right now because I am holding my baby.” Margot learned to wink Andy replied, “Come on, help out, homeslice.” Andy’s terms of endearment make …
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