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“Dadda! Look look! I put Stella der! She’s a baby!”
[Blinks at the sight for a moment] … So I see. [At least the dog seems okay with it. And it’s better than Gail trying to heft her actual baby brother into the swing. Smiles as he gets an idea.] But Stella’s not a baby, sweetie. She’s a big-girl dog. I don’t think she wants to ride in the baby swing.
Ponders for a moment as she stares at Stella. “Okay! I put her on the big swing and icky baby on da baby swing!” Moving over to Stella, she tugs the dog free.
[Jack watches her do so, figuring that Stella’s pretty sturdy and if she really doesn’t like it, she can get free of the big swing more easily.] All right, but be gentle! [He goes to retrieve the infant Ulric from his stroller] Tell you what. I’ll push the baby, and you push Stella, okay? Gently [he reminds her]
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