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Hanna’s crib and her changing table are right next to each other in her room, but she knows the difference between what happens when you set her on one as opposed to the other. Her changing table makes her smile, because her bottom is about to be clean and dry again, but her crib makes her start screaming, because you’re about to leave her alone to fall asleep. I’ve tried breaking the association by putting her in her crib while I stand there and talk to her and fold laundry, but she’s not about to be fooled by her silly mother.
