I'm such a happy and content baby. All is well.
How did this cup get on my head?
I can't let that happen again- I must eat the cup!
I ate the cup...I might be in trouble. I should hide. I can't crawl or walk, but I can wiggle and wiggle I will! I've wiggled myself under the book shelf.
Oh no! They found me! Quick, I need an alibi- how would George Costanza get out of this?
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