Mikey Jr. waddles down the hall and into his room, you look at the towering toys, bed, and changing table of your baby son. He sits down, his diaper making a crinkling sound as he does. "Mikey! I need you to give me to mommy!!" He stares at you for a few moments, then giggles. You wonder if he understood, or even heard you. He drops you onto the ground, from your size a height of a few stories. You hit the ground hard and yell out in pain, Mikey giggles at you. You see his hand turn to a fist and slam down next to you. You realize what he is doing. You hadn't really cared when he made a habit of crushing bugs, sometimes you even encouraged it. You dive out of the way as your son tries to smash you. You start to run across the room in hopes of finding a place to hide. You see the crib, and his toy bin. You continue running, but he is gaining fast.
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