You’re sitting on your bed, trying to tune out the screaming from downstairs, when your baby sister, Zinnia, toddles into your room. She looks upset, but isn’t crying. Instead, she plops onto her bottom and scoots her way to the corner of the room where you leave a few of her toys and blankets. She curls into a ball and start furiously sucking her thumb, mumbling words

Zinnia: “‘Toopid. Mama yewwww. Baby no wike.”

She clumsily brushes her dark hair out of her pale face, body a chubby bundle of fat adorableness. She pouts and scratches her little bum, shifting in her fluffy bottoms