Rachel looked up out of her daze to see Sara holding out a ba-ba filled with milk for her. It was one of those crooked baby bottles that were supposed to be healthier or something. Rachel shook her head, putting out her hand, palm flattened, to refuse the bottle. Okay, so she’d played with a rattle, that didn’t really make her a baby. She wore a diaper, okay, but she hadn’t actually used it yet. No, she was not really a baby. She wouldn’t accept a ba-ba!

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