Torture--I Mean Tummy--Time

Hi.  I'm stuck.  On my tummy.  And I hate it.  Mommy and Daddy try to stick me on my tummy at least once per day. They say it's good for my neck and upper arm muscles.  I'm buff enough already. I don't need this nonsense.  Who will help me?

I say, "HELP BIG BROTHER!"

My super hero!  He's always there to help me and loves to reassure me by saying, "Hang on, little girl!" and promptly shoves my paci in my mouth whether I need it or not.  What an awesome big brother!