Even if we still had control of our bladders and bowels, we wouldn’t be given an opportunity to use the toilet. I sat in the playpen, sucking on my toy keys and moping over the only future I could see for us; we would spend the rest of our lives as momma’s baby boys.
Presently momma came back with Gino and put him in the playpen again. She bent over the playpen and said, “And now its your turn, baby boy!” and lifted me from the playpen and held me tightly to her bosom.
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