Joy came in carrying Danny on her hip. Though he was nearly the same size as her, and looked ridiculous with his long gangly legs wrapped around hers, Joy seemed to have no difficulty carrying him. The teen baby was wearing a yellow terrycloth onesie that left his legs and feet bare. A matching yellow and white Pluto pacifier bobbed back and forth in his mouth. He seemed oblivious to the world, staring with empty eyes up at the ceiling.
“How was the dentist?” Sara asked as Joy walked in.
“Oh just fine, little guy is having some real discomfort with the teething now. But hey, he’ll be able to really try some solids pretty soon, so that’s nice.”