Sandman Schmandman…

Dear Mama,

Well.  Let me just come out and say it.  Stop sticking crap on my hot baby bod.  It really displeases me.   And let me remind you, I don’t cry.  When my sisters plaster me with stickers, scream in my face (lovingly), you forget to feed me, I have to do tummy time… I am very understanding of all these things.  My extra chromosome really seems to have you all in a tizzy so I figure I’ll cut you a break on some stuff.  
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