The first thing I did when I came to visit my little baby brother at the hospital was show him all the gifts me and Aunt Becky got for him. As soon as I walked in the door, I saw him, grabbed the gift bag and brought all the toys and clothes over to him. I was so excited.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to just play mister nice guy all the time. I have my ways to let the parents know I'm still the boss around here. I've learned a few tricks of the trade at school on how to throw some tantrums and I practice my whiny voice several times a day, not listening, small but frequent fits, you know all the tried and true annoyers.
But last night, when I was studying the way my baby brother eats, I was really interested to learn more about him, I had to ask a lot of questions to finally get at the bottom of it all but I think I undersand hows he gets his food supply now. Because I still have to show my softer side to the parents to stay in good standing and all, I lifted up my shirt and offered my mami, that if the baby wanted, I could feed him orange juice from my nipple.
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