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Molly
Scout began stirring from his nap, so I walked over to pick him up. After a quick diaper change, I began warming a bottle for him.
After testing the milk’s temperature on the inside of my arm, I handed the baby to Grant. He didn’t fight me about taking him this time, but he was giving me a strange look.
“What?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“How do you know how to do all of that––like sprinkling the milk on your arm? Do you have a bunch of kids or something?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’ve been Googling like crazy, but mostly it’s just instinct. I wouldn’t want to give him milk that’s too hot.”
When Grant continued staring at me, I added, “He can’t take care of himself, so we have to do everything for him.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.” Grant gave me the first half-s
