...at least not yet. I haven't had time to really screw him up yet, although he seems pretty traumatized by the fact that I had the gall to change his diaper. Not only that, I pinned him down while mommy brutally assaulted him with a damp, warm washcloth. The look in his eyes said "I thought I could trust you--you said I could!" Well, them's the breaks, kid. Around here we like our coffee sweet and our babies clean.
Where was I?
Oh yes--my son is not Satan. He's not possessed by Satan. I love him very much. He's a sweet little angel with terrible communication skills. We bear him no resentment, even now as we look down the barrel of another long night. So please, friends, no need to worry.
For those of you who've written with advice, thank you. We're trying anything and everything.
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