A Faulty Diaper
Sarah looked up from her computer, exhaustion evident in her eyes. “I don’t know, Henry. Maybe Noah’s just going through a phase. Babies cry, it’s normal.”
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“But not like this,” Henry insisted, his heart aching at the sound of his son’s cries. “And Sparky… he’s trying to tell us something.” He was annoyed at his wife’s don’t care attitude; she could try harder. He suspected that she was using the wrong brand of diaper.