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Ugh, I hate that babies can't communicate with us and tell us exactly what's bothering them and what's hurting them and what discomfort they're feeling. Like, obviously something's wrong because they're crying or fussing about it, but I wish that they could just speak and tell us exactly what it is.
That makes shit so easy, but I know my daughter is a thug, so she'll just be really, like, rude, you know? She's got the New York in her, even though she was born fucking Orlando.
I wish they could communicate too. I hate it when my baby girl is in pain or she wants something and I can't figure out what it is because she can't tell me yet.