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The Baby Who Stole the Lap

Larita knew Mom's lap as the best seat in the house. There she heard soft songs and felt safe and snug.
Now the new baby rested there, wrapped in a blanket. Visitors came to peek. Mom sang. Larita watched quietly as a knot tightened in her tummy.

All day, Larita stayed close. She brought a book, but Mom's arms held the baby. She hummed along, though her voice felt tiny.
When the baby fussed, Mom rocked him. Larita pressed both hands to her tummy. Why does that knot keep squeezing? she wondered.

That night, the room was still. Larita climbed beside Mom and gathered her courage. Her words came out small but clear:
—I want my lap back.
Mom did not get angry. She held Larita's hand and waited. The tight knot softened just a little.

Mom spoke gently:
—That knot is called jealousy. It happens when we fear there is not enough love. Grown-ups feel it too.
Larita blinked with surprise. Mom understood! She explained that love could make room. Then they planned a special time together.

They called it Lap Time. For ten minutes every day, Mom's lap belonged only to Larita. The baby rested in his bed; this time was hers.
The next afternoon, Larita hurried over. They read her favorite book and sang one soft song. Her tummy felt warm and open.

Later, the baby began to fuss. Larita picked up a spoon and made it dip, twirl, and bow. Mom watched. Suddenly, a bright baby laugh bubbled through the room.
—Only you can do that spoon dance!
Larita danced again. The baby laughed harder. Her knot was gone.

The next day, a visitor arrived. Larita did not hide beside Mom. She stood near the blanket, glowing with pride.
—This is my baby. I make him laugh, she said.
Then came Lap Time. Larita curled close, and Mom sang their song. Love had room for everyone.






