The day before yesterday I questioned who the father of my baby was. I mean I can count the months, I remember the act of conception well enough. But recently my (if it really is mine) baby has stopped cooing and started grunting. Now on occasion it is sort of endearing. A cute little rrrrgggg! Followed by a smile and some fancy footwork but more often it’s a cranky, grouchy, grumpy RRRGGGG! Followed by back arching wriggling and all sorts of other firm grip avoidance techniques. So I am starting to think this guy might be the father. 
I wonder if any one else has ever experienced this problem. Perhaps this guy is a traveling salesman, wondering the countryside searching for innocent maidens to lure into his clutches. Yup I think this despicable creature fathered my Frankenbaby!
I wonder if any one else has ever experienced this problem. Perhaps this guy is a traveling salesman, wondering the countryside searching for innocent maidens to lure into his clutches. Yup I think this despicable creature fathered my Frankenbaby!
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