Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!
*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*
A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*
C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?
A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…
*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*
A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*
C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?
*
smells like itMax begins babbling again* pap..
A: I think he’s okay. *she sniffs* He’s smelly, Papa.
C: Ah sh… shoot. Hang on, sweetie. *he pulls to the side of the road and parks. He gets out and then opens the door to the back seat. He gets some paper towels from under the seat and a small roll of trash bags.*
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