[i]Gods dammit. Dammit all! Damn it by Odins eyes![/i]

Parry was single-handedly the fussiest baby he could possibly be as Rikive got him "dressed" downstairs ([i]'She didn't even use the Huggies Jeans-style I bought! I could kill it even in faux jeans!'[/i]) but when she was finished, there was the brief realization that maybe this was why kids gave him the same problems when he changed them.

After that, Parry's cheeks were redder than an apple's.

[i]Gods help her if the kids wake up[/i], Parry thought as Rikive plopped him down on the soft carpet. [i]Feels like I've got a dozen pillows between my thighs. Not cool. This thing makes my ass look fucking huge.[/i]

Parry was ready to give up and start crying again at the thought of being so woefully dressed- surely Gucci made onesies!- but Rikive had struck on a genius idea. The toy blocks went on the ground and while Parry's mind desperately wanted him to play with the brightly colored 'N' block, he had enough self restraint to resist the temptation.

Instead, he crawled ever so slowly toward the 'Y' block. 

Picked it up.

And stuffed it in his mouth, gnawning on it with his baby teeth.