Dear Hagen,
In the musical Chicago, the character Amos sings a song called "Mr. Cellophane," 'cause you can "walk right by me, and never know I'm there." Your dad and I joke that you're like the Invisible Baby, because you're happy to lie down anywhere and silently chill out.
Lately, when I set you down, I find myself having to make safety announcements like, "Attention! There IS a baby on the couch. Be careful when sitting down!" Or, "I just put the baby in the bouncy chair. Please don't walk into it!!"
I thought maybe I was being hyper-sensitive, but about two minutes ago, I tried to make up the bed with you in it.
Sorry.
Love,
Mom
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