Her last poopie was a little solid,
so maybe a counter-clockwise stomach massage.
Gentle. Okay.
Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you.
- Hey, Adam. Adam. Adam. - I love you so-- Bye.
Adam, I'm so sorry, but we are three hours late
and the crowd is getting restless.
The flower always blooms in the spring. Let's go!
Let's go! Come on!