Then she gave his crotch a light dusting of baby powder and taped him up before sitting him up on the surface of the table. She took the T-shirt she had laid aside for him to wear and gathered up one of the sleeves in her hands, then she held the shirt in one hand and worked his tiny fist through the sleeve. When she had finished with one hand, she repeated her actions on his other hand before she lifted both arms and pulled the shirt down around his head. Then Kimberly pulled the bottom of the shirt down over his protuberant belly and evened the fall of the hem around his waist. “There you go, Ron-Ron! You’re as snug as a bug in a rug!”, she said as she bent over and kissed his forehead in a motherly fashion. “Let’s get you in your crib so I can go get baby sister.”

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