There is an appartment in my community that I love to peek through the windows. Someone who lives there also has a baby, my trained eye immedietaly spotted an exersaucer, the evidence of babyhood. So, well, I admit, I love to look through their windows so I can see the MESS they have in their appartment. Yes, I am not alone, other people with babies aren’t keeping their homes tidy and neat, either. Their mess makes me feel good???
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