H: Papa, me and Momma are both princesses, and you and B are something I don't know. But you dance with princesses.
H: This looks like a snail. Or Jesus.
H: Actually, I have a secret. There is really a princess there.
After rocking B for 30 mins, I tried to lay down with him on my chest.
B: No, Momma. Rock-a your baby.
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