It seems fitting that we received this shirt from Aunt L on Saturday. That was the day that the baba (pacifier to those who don't speak J&T) DISAPPEARED! Three days now of beautiful, angelic behavior alternating with the shrieks of a hell-bent demon. Oh, he talks a tough talk, but T is beside himself without the baba. And A and I do feel like we've been thunderstruck or are on the highway to hell or any other applicable AC/DC song. The pediatrician said three or four days of despair. We'll see...
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