Way, way, waaaaaaaay cuter than ours I'll wager.
When my first son came out his head looked like a pillowcase full of some smashed dinner plates. They just pop back into place. That's why they're separate.
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I smash things in my sleep uruk-hai ...and I'll look low. Now where'd they go?, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 5:00,
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