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Funny Baby

This morning, I was sitting here working, and I heard a weird noise from the bedroom, and DaBaby just crying as if she was being attacked by wild animals. I ran in to see what was wrong, and she had climbed up and hit DH’s clock radio. It was making that “white noise” and making it really loudly. She was terrified.

I’d say to myself, “well, at least she won’t mess with the radio anymore”, but experience has taught me that’s just not true. Drama used to scare herself with the TV, but instead of learning to leave it alone, she eventually learned to work it.

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