A girl from church comes over once in a while to "help" with Henry. She's a really good kid and I'm hoping one day she can babysit. I enjoy spending time with her but apparently I need to get out more and I'm more lonely than I thought.
"I was telling my mom how you talk to Henry all the time and you answer for him."
"Yeah?"
"I told her I can't wait til he can talk so you don't have to talk to yourself so much anymore."
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