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"Zia! Put it back!" I seriously reprimand my son.

He took a picture of the toy and put it in our cart. He has a lot of toys at home and the design is the same. He looked at me. He sniffed and then returned to the container you took the toy. Because mommy and mama are getting used to it. Always being spoiled.

"Why is my baby pouting?" Xenix asked when she saw the child's lips were pouty.

"There, you're going to spoil that again. Nix, when that spoiled brat grows up, I'm telling you," I threatened him.

My husband chuckled then lifted our son whose eyes...