From outside the bright circle of light, Mandy laughed and exclaimed, “Smile, Baby! You’re on Candid Camera!”
Heather panned slowly around the basement, zoomed in on Kim’s stricken eyes framed by the lacy brim of the baby bonnet, then tilted down for close-ups of the pacifier gag that silenced him, the pink bib, the eating tray of the high chair clamped snugly around his waist, his diaper marinading in Mandy’s pee and the expanding puddle beneath the chair. She stopped taping, extinguished the light, lowered the camera, and squinted at the dripping high chair, bewildered. “What happened here?” she asked.
Taking a long swallow of her beverage, Mandy replied casually, “Oh yeah. Baby started messing around when I gave him – or ‘her’ – the bottle, so I had to tape her hands.”