Mommy is getting seriously antsy, threatening me with a time out if I don't get born in the next 24 hours. Cut me a little slack already. This takes time. Oh, and while you're at it, momma, could you pass me some more of that fudge brownie ice cream you've been snarfing down. It's delicious. I'm guessing it's better than the formula crap I'll be getting soon.
See, you're not giving me much of an incentive to give up the good life.
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