The Day’s of his Lives Scene 125

Momma carried me into the kitchen and sat me down in the high chair she had bought. It was constructed from molded plastic and looked about as comfortable as a cheap molded garden chair. The designers had gotten this one right though, the dimensions were perfect for a body my size and the ample padding cradled my bottom happily. She snapped a plastic bib around my neck and left me in the chair while she went to the pantry. I looked at the disgusting thing she had fastened around my neck; multicolored stains of some unidentifiable puréed food were streaked down the front of the bib. When in glanced down into the hard plastic pocket at the bottom, I saw small mounds of what appeared to be baby food in the bottom. Evidently Gino had used this bib before me.