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“Shoot!” Mr Mell quickly put the baby powder container down and looked down at the baby on the changing table.
Poor Michael had his eyes closed, wiggling around and covered in power. Mr Mell quickly picked the baby up. At least the diaper change up until this powder part went quickly.
“Ay, dios mio..” Mr Mell sighed as baby Michael looked up at him, curiously tilting his head like a confused puppy.
That made Mr Mell chuckle softly as he opened the bag of wipes on the changing table, taking one and cleaning up the powder on the small baby.
Mr Mell finished dressing Michael in a onesie and sighed, smiling at the baby who was now smiling at him too.
“We’ve got the rest of our lives together, kiddo.”