Kimberly tussled his hair affectionately and said, “Was that good, Ron-Ron? You sure finished that bottle quickly! You must have been thirsty. What do you say to going back to the playpen while Aunt Kimberly feeds Dee? Would that be okay with you?”
Ron nodded his agreement and she removed his feeding bib and carried him back to the playpen. Deedee was overjoyed at the prospect of lunch; she chortled in delight as Kimberly lifted her out of the playpen and toted her into the kitchen. After sitting her in the high chair and fastening the bib around her neck, Deedee grinned in anticipation of her meal. Deedee loved the macaroni and cheese even though the manufacturer had reduced it to a goopy purée. She gobbled every bite as fast as Kimberly could spoon it in her mouth.