Post-nap, Wylie is sweet as could be, in his crib, reading to himself from Elmo:
Elephant, where's elephant? Back here, back here, no, back here. Yes! Back here, no? (Repeat, repeat.). Up. Ice cream. Where's hamburger? Here's hamburger. Cockadoodle doo. Monster, this is big monster. This is little monster.
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