The little monkey continues to bear. This is a day of "regret".
"Sorry" "The baby" is exhausted all day. And since the baby himself is unable to kill any part of his doll body, our good boy takes him by the neck, fucking with his whole child's half-storey head against the wall, then makes a complaining face, says "wow" and regrets hugging him.

This reminds me of this "regret" relationship between some people...