Kelly carried Ron into the kitchen and sat him in the high chair. She snapped the plastic feeding bib around his neck before sitting down in front of him with a open jar of baby food. Kimberly had decided to feed him strained plums for lunch. It wasn’t exactly the most nutritious of meals, but she didn’t want him to start crying again. She hoped that the sweet fruit might help keep his mood light and help him deal with his unexpected transformation into an infant. She intended to feed Deedee a regular lunch when it was her turn. She was used to eating baby food and wouldn’t object to an infant’s diet the way Ron might without preparation.

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