The life of a baby is hard. You’re growin’ these new fangled teeth. Your gums hurt. Nobody does what you say. And you just ain’t sleepin’ right.
But, then, you catch a nap. And hoo flippin’ rah. Let’s dance.
And fun though you might be having, you’re a Dass baby by blood. Sorry, Bullards. And, smiling for a posed picture is just unconscionable.