He’s not a toddler… He’s a rotisserie chicken
So why is it whenever Nathan lays down next to me, he can’t lay still? And I’m not referring to the constant fidgeting and leg-thumping. Or the wiggling or the clapping. And not even the head-banging or arm flailing. I’m actually talking about Nathan’s strange ability to rapidly roll over, around and around, while somehow …
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