My hypothesis is that the result would be one of two paths: spoiled rotten, or driven insane. Whichever it is, we may have a chance to test the hypothesis. Consider how Charlie spends his days:
The little man is under constant supervision, which means he will never want for a blanket or pacifier. Hopefully, he won't go crazy. The closest that he gets to a little alone time seems to be during diaper changes; nothing sends the "help" scattering like a good dirty diaper. Perhaps he'll learn to be the most regular kid that ever lived.....
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