A few nights ago, in the living room, Brody was playing with parts of an erector set. He had two sticks, and he said they were his baby.
He went to Jeremy and imitated, with disturbing accuracy, the incessant "Wah wah wah" of a newborn. Then Brody said in a soothing, lilting voice, "Its okay, baby. It's okay." And the "baby" stopped crying.
Jeremy muttered under his breath, "So, basically, you're more ready for this baby than I am."
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