The New Daycare
You tentatively stood up, padded ass in the air, before straightening yourself, holding out your arms for balance. You took one clunky step forward, then another, unable to do much more than look like a baby first learning to walk. After several minutes of slow, meticulous steps, you made it to where the babies were crawling around and playing.
You sat down beside a couple of girls who were playing with dolls. You watched them unsteadily push them around in a play stroller, giggling whenever one of the babies would fall out. You were slightly embarrassed to note that you had a doll collection yourself, and would sometimes push them around in their fancy strollers.
You could help but feel slightly jealous as the girls played with the dolls, longing to do it yourself.
What do you do?
You sat down beside a couple of girls who were playing with dolls. You watched them unsteadily push them around in a play stroller, giggling whenever one of the babies would fall out. You were slightly embarrassed to note that you had a doll collection yourself, and would sometimes push them around in their fancy strollers.
You could help but feel slightly jealous as the girls played with the dolls, longing to do it yourself.
What do you do?