He hates it when I’m right
Have been trying to convince Scratchy to try wearing Toby in the Storchie wrap - he’s been quite happily using a sling with our babies since George was little, but for some reason he’s been really unwilling to try the Storchie. Too much fabric intimidating him or something, I think 
Anyway, I needed to move seats about in the car today, and since Scratchy doesn’t know how they all work, it had to be me - and Toby was tired and not willing to even be touched by anyone but me, never mind held. So I said, “I bet if you put him in the Storchie, he’d settle down and fall asleep.” Scratchy reluctantly agreed, I showed him how to put it on, Toby went in, and seconds later was nuzzling into Scratchy’s chest (he likes to sleep with his face all nuzzled in). A minute later I heard Scratchy in the dining-room, singing “Camptown ladies sing this song”… except instead of “oh doodah day!” he was singing “I hate it when she’s right, I hate it when she’s right.”
Heh 
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ROFL… my Mum was similarly intimidated by my hug a bub but I eventually got B in it on her and she loved it, even wanted my sister to get one so it must have been impressive!
storchies rule
They really, really do