Baby Candy chap 9
Chapter 9. Fun in the Playpen When Brenda strolled out a short time later, she was carrying a cold drink in one hand and a small bundle of books in the other. I spat out my dummy and glared up at her like a cranky toddler. "You didn't tell me I was supposed to ask for the potty," I complained, whining like a sulky two-year-old. She walked past the playpen to the swing seat at the far end of the veranda and placed her drink on the floorboards and a thick paperback novel on the...