Why is it that whenever Mom needs to change a diaper, there is much screaming, squirming, running away, and flailing arms?
But when Daddy does it, Mae lays there as quiet as can be. Then when the deed is done, he gets a great big hug and a smooch.
I get no love!
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Yeah, I've found I have to make bizarre faces, whisper silent prayers and shake my hair around to have even a glimmer of hope she'll sit kind of still.
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