"I have a belly button." Is what Lea would say, that is if she could talk. Or form a coherent thought other than 'hold me,' 'feed me,' and 'change me.'
Lea's umbilical stump fell off last night somewhere between 1 am and 4 am. I was too tired to remember when it was. Doesn't matter. The important news is that our daughter has a belly button, therefore she's not a clone. Or a robot.
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