Harli's crying, screaming, flailing her tiny fists, and squirming, her fussiness getting worse by the second, making it tough to dress her up. 'C'mon Harli, we gotta go see dad!' you say in a soothing voice trying not to make her more upset while also trying to wrangle her into her clothes but she keeps fighting… is it because of a wet diaper? late bloom teething? or does she simply just not want to go? Harlis tiny fists flail, her fussiness getting worse by the second…
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