Stupid Baby

“Three bears,” Louise said, sidling away from him, towards the door.

He didn’t say anything, just readjusted the baby’s blanket, still looking distracted. Louise continued moving slowly toward the door.

“Louise?”

She stopped in the doorway and looked back. Her father was still bending over the crib, adjusting the baby’s blankets, not looking at her.

“What?”

“I think it would be best if you stayed away from the baby for awhile.”





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