I have a confession to make - I am quite fond of my dance parties with daddy and I have been known to trick my naive father into having a dance party with me (no baby should underestimate the power of manipulation).
The daddy dance party always entails the same song - "I Will Wait" by Mumford & Sons. That was "my song" while I was in the womb and mommy and daddy were waiting for me to arrive. However, much to my dismay, the daddy dance party is a rare occurrence which I only get to enjoy after I've been crying. Therein lies the dilemma. You see, daddy believes it's his secret weapon to get me to quiet down when I'm fussy. Little does he know that because the dance party is only used as a weapon against my "episodes," sometimes I am forced to purposefully cause a racket in order to elicit the much sought-after daddy dance party.
I know you are probably thinking - "Weston, you are so cunning and shrewd." And my only retort is, yes, yes I am...
Love,
WFT
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