After this takes place...well, he's a spitter. He has uncanny knowledge of when his clothing has just been changed, but he has absolutely no aim. These two truths, combined with an excess of milk, result in the necessity for yet another diaper change and pajama change.
This results in a certain amount of marital grumbling and shuffling down the hall to get his clean clothes from the recently-folded-but-not-yet-put-away mounds on the floor. Then we hear a little voice from down the hall, hoping to add to the conversation:
"Hey, baby! Your sister's already asleep."
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