EVERY SINGLE DAY there is a pile of babies somewhere in the apartment, usually on one of the couches. (Actually, I clean this up several times a day, but I'm starting to wonder what the point of cleaning it up is.)
It is the first thing Brooklynn does in the morning, almost like she is thinking, "OK, babies. Time to get out of the toy box and play in a pile on the couch! I'm done sleeping and so are you!"
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