Inside the boxes in droves were old baby rags, onesies labeled and pinned by month for a baby as big as Kryner. She tutted, "Tsk tsk, oh you poor thing, you have no inclination to the storm that will be coming from your precious flower. My daughter Syndie had two boys weighing 9 and 8 pounds respectively. Enjoy it while it lasts I assure you, the marks and stretch out is going to be monumental." She said before giving them the box of baby onesies, "I have an inclination they'll be just as big. Regardless of a boy or girl." She said with a grin and started to fish out some binkies, washable nappies, and they even came across something that sparked a memory to Kryner,<br/><br/>"Hey, that's my walker." He pointed as it was a wooden table with a hole in the middle he could slip in on wheels. They had it so when he stood it helped him gain his balance kinda like training wheels for a young tot. Nana smirked,<br/>"Goodness you didn't use it much, you were up and running at six months, mother didn't even get to teach ya to crawl you wanted to be just like your dad running around. Had to force you to learn how to crawl first, which was a losing battle." Mary said with a sigh and patted his chest, "So so stubborn."