Help! In a strange reversal of roles, E blew a raspberry on my tummy, and in that moment we switched bodies. Now I'm stuck in this (adorable but) mostly-useless little body, and E, now with access to all the fine motor skills he'd been lacking, keeps running up and down stairs and slicing tomatoes with sharp knives.
And I think I've soiled myself.
And I think I've soiled myself.
Amazingly, I was able to type this whole thing using one finger and the predictive text on my iPhone.
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