{A poem about Jackson Walker and his love}
Baby boy loves baby wipes.
Chew them, suck them.
Ball them and squeeze them until they squoosh between your fingers and run down your arm.
Flatten them out on a table and BANG! BANG! them.
Chew them some more.
Cry indignantly when they are taken away and try to hit Mama.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
This boy loves baby wipes
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