The gentle heart

 Before bed, baby A is having a stuffy nose again.

He was in his bassinet, watching TV (his favorite mobile). His eyes were shining. Arms were flailing. Legs were kicking.


“We need to clear his nose.” I said.


“Yes it sounds bad.” Mr. B agreed.


Mr. B was tasked with putting in saline drops into his nose. Baby A hates it, understandably, and usually lets out huge cries.


Mr. B was aiming. Baby A was still intensely watching his favorite TV.


“I can’t do it…” said Mr. B, “look, he’s so happy. He’s smiling!”

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