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Felicity likes pulling herself to a standing position using my shirt. I sit her on my lap facing me, and she pulls herself up. When she's feeling curious, once standing, she pulls my shirt open and sticks her head in, not so subtlety sneaking a peak at my chest. She kept doing it this morning. I laughed and laughed, then she lifted herself up one last time, opened my shirt, stuck in her head...and threw up. A lot. Merry Christmas!