There are happy babies, and then there are happy babies. Reed seems to be the latter. I’ve witnessed him disarm those of sour disposition with his cheerful manner and hair-trigger chuckle. His smile seems to brighten up any room he enters, even those whose walls give the sun a run for its money in the radiance department.And a happy baby means a happy mama, especially when she’s holding her cheery child while waiting on her bubble tea.
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