Dominic has a cold... the kind where his poor nose just runs down his face. Since he can't yet blow, he gets to fall prey to the dreaded bulb. He usually tolerates the first squeeze just fine. The subsequent squeezes he's prepared for. He scrunches up his nose and purses his lips, which effectively blocks his nose! He never cries... but plays a mean defense!
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You tell 'em, Dom!
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