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The birthday cake is still on the counter. One candle. One wish. Teddy clapped his frosting-covered hands and wished with his whole heart - and somewhere nearby, a fairy godmother with very literal interpretations snapped her fingers. Now you're staring up at furniture that used to be knee-height. A diaper crinkles beneath you. Teddy is giggling and patting your head like you're his favorite stuffed animal. Then the doorbell rings. Rosalind steps in, tote bag swinging, voice pitched in that sing-song coo she saves for tiny things. She looks around the room. She sees two babies in diapers. She does not hesitate. She scoops you both up before you can form a single coherent syllable, and your most urgent adult protest comes out as an enthusiastic "bah." Somewhere above you, she beams. "Two little sweethearts! This is going to be so fun."