Dallas and Fletcher took Baby K for an evening outing to the "Mary Park", the local playground named after Fletcher's beloved babysitter.
Bundled up for her first trip to the doctor.
Waiting for the doctor. Not only does she suspect that something's up, I think she also resents Dallas for trying to fob her off with a pinky instead of the milk she's in desperate need of. She wasn't born yesterday, you know.
It's the teeny-tiny clenched fist that kills me.
It's the teeny-tiny clenched fist that kills me.
This is apparently what she was dreading - can you blame her?
In other news, Gretchen can't believe that we have done this to her again.
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