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FOX: Goodnight my five month old, tomorrow we will wake and you will be five months no more. I wish I could bottle your babyhood and keep it with me forever, so whenever I'm feeling down I can open it up and get my hit of squishy cheeks, rollie thighs and sweet milky breath. Oh, and soft skin, I don't ever want to forget that soft, silky skin.