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I padded into the kitchen, the morning sun rays barely stretching over the horizon to twinkle golden hughs over the countertops. One hand reached for the coffee pot while the other rubbed at my sleepy eyes, and a yawn tugged my mouth. It was a little early for me, but the house was quiet since Keviboy had already left for work. With the heel of my hand kneading over my eyes, my reach for the coffee was blind. My hand bumped into something soft but firm. I looked at the counter, confused by what was in the way of the coffee pot, and realized it was Kevi’s Diaper bag!
He likes to pretend that he doesn’t need his Huggies during the day, but Mommy knows better. Silly babies should always be padded. I poured my coffee in a to-go mug and jumped in the car, still in my bathrobe, to bring Kevi his Diaper bag.
