I left Rye on his back to play under his gym while I cleaned his diaper and straightened a few things up. After a few minutes of rather efforted grunting, I figured I should save him from whatever it was that was frustrating him. When I got back, Rye was on his belly, looking around the room, plotting an adventure route.I feel that we are on the brink of lives ever-changed.
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