Baby Kyle who absolutely hates tummy time.
When he's regressed that little, all he wants is to be held, or to lay on his back! In his playpen while he watches his mobile go round.
"Kyle, buddy, you gotta stay on your tummy." Price insists, rolling the regressed man back onto his belly. Kyle gives him a teary whine in response and lets his head rest on the floor in defiance.
"Buddy..." Another long whine. "I give up." Price sighs, scooping Kyke out of his play pen and cradling him in his lap. "You're a menace, you know that?" Price scolds playfully, making the smaller man giggle and nods.
Don't lay Kyle on his tummy. He doesn't like it.


















