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it’s saturday morning. breakfast time. there’s fresh pancakes and eggs.
the indignant fussing and wiggling from the ‘baby’ didn’t phase her. she only giggled.
“here comes the plane~”, the totter chirps, humming as she pours a fresh round of oatmeal down her red-faced babysitter’s waistband.