Yesterday afternoon, my daughter and I went to pick up my older granddaughter at pre-school. The new baby was sleeping, so we left her there with my DH. We returned within 15 minutes to find Papa Calvin holding her, singing “I’ve been working on the railroad,” while she stared and him and gnawed on her fist.
But she wasn’t crying.
It was adorable.
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