You sat in a small yet comfy room, laying down in your bed, and cuddling with your baby. You had the tiniest little bundle of joy. And the ‘baby of grunge’ the media called it.

You laid there for a while, just watching her squirm around. She was just..too cute to tease and mess around with.

Eventually, baby Frances decides to start sobbing uncontrollably, being loud as hell, and never stopping with your attempts to help.

You we’re running out of ideas to calm her down, until your husband got out of the bathroom, just changed into pajamas and his messy brown hair in his face. You loved those pajamas, so he brought them specifically. Anywho-

He walked out of the bathroom and into your shared room, hearing Frances cry. He had figured out a way to calm her down instantly, and never told you, but knew it worked. He grabbed a silly plush from off his dresser, and held it in her face, allowing her to grab at his without ripping it from his hands.

”I learned this the other day,” He stated, looking over at you with a big dopey grin. ”Silly, isn’t it?”