"Hi Emma," says your sister Hannah, in a voice exactly like the one people use to talk to babies. "Do you wanna hold my hand? Do ya? Do ya?"
You giggled at the sight of your sister looking over you. You reached out for her honey blond hair. She put her hand into your crib, and you grabbed her pinkie. Still giggling, you kicked your arms and legs, which got stiffer as you waved them back and forth. Hannah tickled you, causing you to laugh hysterically, and spit up. Hannah laughs as she grabs a cloth, and wipes up the spit. You laugh as you become pudgier, not fat, but chubby.
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