While nursing Jonas
Oh, look at Jonas. Look at his sweet chubby cheeks and his fragile little toes. I can't leave him. How could I ever leave him? He's so tiny and fragile and needs hugs and kisses and me.
And Axel. He's such a good big brother. Look at how he's loading his tools into the back of his truck, one by one. I love the way his pants sag off his skinny butt and he talks to himself as he pushes the truck into the bedroom. He's growing up so fast. I can't leave him. I can't miss those times when he walks around with tupperware on his head and waves bye-bye to me a dozen times.
Oh, now he's banging the truck against the wall. That, I do not love. Axel, please push the truck through the doorway. No, not against the doorway - through the doorway. Through it. The truck. Axel.
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