109 Giving it up for home boy

It was time to act for the other baby. He shot a murderous look at the Reluctant Dissenter on tippy toe, and pitying glances at his mother and father. He knew how to make them especially sickening, and with a sip of formula for good measure, he played to their predictability.
“One, two, three. . . . Twenty-seben, thirdy-three, lebendy-seben million, a hundred, a trillion-billion . . .”
Mother and father puddled. Pride and joy.
“Baby baby baby. Newy baby nubbers. Newy gooey pooey . . .”
Baby vomited. He knew he would.

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