She is the baby, no doubt about it. It is almost as if a fetus fairy whispered this to her before she was even born. "You are the baby of the family, lucky duck, no go out there and eat it up, girl! This family is your oyster."
Everyone dotes on her--all of us. She does not like other babies--when they come around she really lets them know who's {baby} boss around here!! So there! I am really not allowed to baby any other creatures or babies, for that matter.
Washing dishes
Watching Justin Bieber sing, "Baby" on you tube--she likes the Ludacris part the best.
Art: Pointilism {pointalism?} to be exact.
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