“Oh my, you do look cute in diapers,
plastic panties and your onesie,” Aunt May teased Simone.
“I will have to find our old baby bottles.”
“No need to do that Aunt May,” Simone insisted,
“I can drink from a glass like I always have.”
“Nonsense, a baby like you needs occasional bottle feeding,” Aunt May insisted,
“I will have to buy some jarred baby food and formula.”
This is all bad news as far as Simone is concerned.
One thing is leading to another and he is the reason for all of it.
To make things worse right now Aunt May is turning his twin bed into a crib.
The parts are still here from when Sarah slept in a crib up to age 12.
