Thomas quailed at the thought of being infantilized before his time. “No!,” he yelled as he cowered by the nursery door, “I’m not a baby yet! Please don’t make me sleep in a crib!”
His Mother knelt down and said soothingly to him, “Now Tommy, at the moment you’re about three-years-old. In eight hours you’ll be two-years-old. Do you remember when you were two? You slept in a crib every night when you were that age. Now don’t be difficult, Tommy! Let’s get you ready for bed.”
She picked him up and put him on the edge of the crib, then unbuttoned the bib on his overalls and slid them off his legs.