This morning as we approached the end of our delicious, if diverse, breakfast... I had to make a mad dash into the depths of our humble dwelling. Whilst on my mission for clean clothing recovery, I hear from above that Isaac is fussing. I know that my window is closing, for soon he'll need holding... but whats this that I hear? A sweet angels voice from above saying, it's okay Isaac. Let me tell you a story... of Goldielocks and the 3 bears. Ya, I think so... it will be good!
Dear sweet girl, told him an animated, but abbreviated version of the 3 bears... and Isaac couldn't have been happier!
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