So saying, she lifted him from the changing table and lowered him into the crib. She turned and left the room to go get Deedee, leaving him wondering about the import of what she had just said. “Baby sister?”, Ron thought to himself querulously, “I wonder how she means that? Does she mean her baby sister? Or did she mean that Deedee is MY baby sister? I get the distinct impression that she’s forgotten who I am! Ever time she talks, I get the feeling she’s thinks she’s talking to an infant. What’s more, it doesn’t bother me the way it should. I should be fighting this at every turn. Instead, she comes into the living room to find Deedee and me rolling around in the playpen like infants.