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Come to Baby


On a graph with two axes, I remember the location for any point was measured from a point (0,0). I love how my daughter understands that concept at such an early stage! Of course, she’s (0,0).



Mama, come to baby. 
Papa, come to baby.
Water, come to baby.
Stool, come to baby.
Car, come to baby. 
Train, come to baby.
Boat, come to baby.
Moon(!), Come to baby.


She’s always the centre, and everything revolves around her. 

Sweetheart, that’s how I see it too. Sadly, one day you may have to learn you’re not. Even if you do, never learn that the moon can’t come to you. It can.
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