dear Atticus,
you've gotten really good at rolling over onto your belly...only to your left side at the moment but you're very good at it. the only problem is that once you get onto your belly, you start getting frustrated and flailing your arms around like a baby bird attempting flight. your look is of such desperation and accusation as if I'm the one that made you do it! and as soon as I roll you back onto your back, you momentarily end up on your belly again. and so it goes...back and forth...back and forth...
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