The Baby Is Sleeping
On Sunday, my cousin was whining for everything I had in my hand. We were at the Dairy Queen. Cameron was really tired, so it made sense. He first fell on the floor crying for a plane. Then, once he got that, he came to me and cried for the ball I was holding. We started playing bowling in the alley. He then ran to the door, crying. He was saying, "Mama Mama!" At the end, Cameron was crying to pet a dog. I heard him cry in the car on the way home, too.
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