Just a few days after Chris and I brought Katy home, she was sleeping in her swing in the living room with the baby monitor resting in her lap. Chris was in the living room with Katy, and I was in the bedroom. I noticed the other end of the baby monitor on the dresser and decided to have a little fun with Chris. I picked up the baby monitor, pressed the talk button, and slowly said, "Feed me," in a quiet, shaky, high-pitched voice. At first I thought Chris didn't hear me, so I repeated my line. That's when I heard Chris' confused and somewhat scared response. Turns out Chris did hear me the fist time; he didn't respond because he was afraid his daughter was possessed.
Baby gear can be fun.
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