"Oh, look who's the older sister now. Me. You're just a little six month old baby." Jenny said, leaning over the bars of Nicole's crib. The whining baby pouted up at her now older sister. Jenny's father walked into the room, wearing a white t shirt and orange flannel pajama pants. "Good morning, Jen." he said. "Morning dad." Jenny replied. "Hey, there's my baby girl." Jenny's father said. He picked up the crying Nicole and bounced her gently up and down. "It smells like you need a diaper change." he said to Nicole. "Jen, go get ready for school." he said, turning to his eldest daughter. Jenny nodded and went to get dressed for school. "Ok sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up." Jenny's father said. He unsnapped Nicole's onesie and opened her dirty diaper. He sang quietly to Nicole while he changed her. Nicole had stopped crying by the time her father applied rash cream to her. After he had a new diaper on her, he dressed Nicole and picked her up. "There's my sweet baby." he cooed. Nicole grinned at her father, squealing.
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