We, being the notoriously thrifty parents, always buy clothes at least one size too large for Daryl, hoping that he can wear them for as long as possible. While the loose fit outfit makes him a fashion diva with an extremely lovely hip-hop look, it has also given him trouble.
Last week Daryl was wearing a pair of ultra loose khaki shorts and while I was helping him stand during a meal in a restaurant with my family, his shorts simply slid along his legs onto the chair on which he was standing.
Luckily no one (except me) witnessed it firsthand (I found out at least 10 seconds after the pants were gone). Otherwise they would have laughed or even choked to death.
Or he would have been arrested by the Police for indecent exposure.
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Perhaps it is just babies' nature, I simply have to admire Daryl's courage for expressing explicitly his desire for something which we may find a bit embarrassing.
A number of witnesses have confirmed that Daryl becomes especially happy and excited when being carried by "busty" women. And some have even pointed out that Daryl would touch (but never fondle or caress, for that matter) their breasts with his tiny and soft hands.
This clearly and surely explains why Daryl doesn't like to be carried by me.
And for the record, I never teach him that trick. So don't sue me.
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We may be in line for the Nobel Prize for discovering a perfect and easy cure for insomnia.
For those of you not being able to have a good sleep night in and night out, here is a simple suggestion.
Buy a baby car seat, strap yourself into it and ask the driver to start driving. I can guarantee that you will fall asleep within seconds.
Still skeptical? Just ask Daryl and he will tell you how well he sleeps when he's traveling in our car.
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