Once Michelle pulled into the parking lot near Rob’s lab facilities his demeanor changed as his anticipation grew.

By the time Michelle had parked Rob was a chatterbox of excitement.

At one point Rob realized his diaper was getting warm however it was quickly dismissed as he strained to see what was going on.

Michelle opened the side door of the van and unstrapped the baby standing beside her.

“Please baby, don’t move you are standing in the middle of the parking lot.”

Rob nodded in agreement however it did not stop Michelle from worrying as she kept a close eye on Rob.

He was impressed by the ease it took to unfold the stroller.

As an adult, it was simple,

however, in Rob’s position he could see everything from a new perspective.

Rob did not struggle or complain when Michelle grabbed him under the arms and hoisted him into the stroller’s seat.

As he was carefully placed in the seat,

Rob could tell he was damp as the diaper seemed a bit cold against his skin however he didn’t feel like it was soaked.

They walked across the parking lot and to the main doors.

Once they arrived he could hear Michelle grunting and struggling with the door.

Although he couldn’t see he knew that having a diaper bag, purse, and stroller to navigate through the large wooden doors of the physics building was no easy task.

Why they had never installed a hydraulic handicap door all of a sudden seemed perplexing,

he would have to discuss it with the administration once this crisis was over.

Then out of nowhere, a familiar voice called out.

“Let me get that door for you.”

Michelle stopped struggling and smoothly passed through the entrance.

however, it was readily

He realized this as Michelle walked up to the front doors only to be met by a grad student who politely held the large wooden doors open for a mother and her son.

“Why thank you for helping.

I don’t know how I’d have opened these old doors.

You think they would have modernized the building with all the high-tech research going on here.”

The 25-year-old student just smiled and agreed with the statement.

“Now that is a cute little guy you have there. What is his name?”

The student bent down to look at the child but Rob was not happy being examined by someone especially someone he recognized from his lectures.

She was a top-of-the-class student.

He had many conversations with after class discussing complex theories about field dynamics and temporal equations.

Rob had briefly considered bringing Karen into the project in a junior role however its sensitivity has made it implausible.

Now she was just another woman in the eyes of a year-old baby.

Rob looked up at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Not sure what his next move should be,

Karen acted immediately.

She produced a Kleenex and wiped away a large gob of drool hanging from his chin making its way onto his shirt.

“Now he looks much suaver.”

As she looked down into the eyes of the professor.

“Someday you are going to make a very cute man with your big dimples.”

Suddenly Rob became very uncomfortable as this foreign woman stuck her face in his personal space.

Frankly, the only person Rob felt comfortable around was Michelle and he felt a growing panic rising from his gut.

This feeling wasn’t like his need to poo that gave a low rumble from the same area but a sense of impending doom that this strange woman represented.

Rob didn’t understand why he was scared by her.

He’d had many discussions with her and besides no student had ever scared him as this student did at this moment.

As the panic continued to rise in Rob it felt like it could overflow causing him to explode.

If fact, he wasn’t if he might have peed himself, as his diapered seemed warmer than usual.

Susan could also see the tell-tale signs of a baby in the midst of a panic attack.

The fidgeting and grunts of displeasure were enough to let Susan know he wanted his mommy right now and was not comfortable around her right now.

Michelle also recognized her son’s discomfort and understood it was time to continue to the lab.

“Well we should be off and thanks again for helping with the door.”

Susan just smiled and waved at Rob before disappearing into the crowd.

Rob did not wave back as he still didn’t like her, at least for the moment.

He did feel bad not being more friendly and at least smiling but for some reason,

he just was comfortable with a new person today.

Michelle pushed the stroller, towards the annex where the research labs were located.

As they passed through the crowded hallways Rob noticed an added bonus to his present height.

From this position, he could see underneath most of the lady’s skirts.

Surprisingly a few did not have underwear however this was just a passing note that barely registered with Rob.

All children at his age didn’t care what others wore and frankly, most babies didn’t care what they wore either.

It did surprise him that the women were not more modest.

They must realize he was looking up their skirts however if they did notice they didn’t seem to care.

He giggled at the thought of what he might be able to get away with.

For the first time, Rob saw a bonus to his situation.

Imagine the conversations he could overhear because the participants would expect he didn’t understand.

He daydreamed about possible situations,

like pulling off a heist with him as the ‘inside man’ or maybe a career as a model.

He was brought back to reality when a familiar voice appeared from nowhere.

“uuuh…Hi Margaret, what are you doing here?

Is your husband with you today? ”

It was Margaret, Jeff’s wife, she stepped across the threshold of the elevator.

Rob began to tense up as he was unsure if their disguise would survive in front of someone who knew him.

“I’m here to meet with, Tim.

We talked on the phone yesterday, he asked we meet in a few minutes.”

Michelle’s speech slowed as a quizzical look came across her face.

“There haven’t been any problems over the past week?”

“Well…no, not really.” It was obvious that Margaret was uncomfortable with the question.

The elevator doors closed behind Margaret with an ominous thud, leaving her alone with Michelle and the child.

She started fidgeting with the foldable playpen in her other hand.

“Jeff has been a little ‘under’ the weather.”

Michelle and Rob looked at each other at the same time.

Michelle gaze moved to the playpen and then up towards Margaret.

“Your daughter is a little old for a playpen.

Is there someone else in your family with a recent need to use it?”

Michelle continued to sense a growing uneasiness from Margaret as she nodded ‘yes’.

“Margaret, is that playpen for your husband?”

Margaret’s eyes almost popped out of her head at the thought her husband’s secret had been exposed.

“How did you know? What did Tim tell you?” Michelle just smiled and looked down at her own son.

Margaret slowly followed her gaze towards the stroller when she was met by two eyes starring back at her.

Rob didn’t say a word he just let out a small giggle and waved up at her.

“You mean…that is Rob?”

Margaret was stunned at the idea however her shock quickly turned to amusement.

“Yes. This is my 8 month old baby husband.”

Michelle gave a smirk, knowing she was on the inside of a secret.

Rob wrenched his tiny body around to stare up at the two women.

“Hey! I’m 10 months, there is a big difference.”

The statement was capped with the laughter of a small child. Michelle snickered.

“Hon. I think I know how old my children are.

Besides, your not even supposed to count that high.”

The doors to the elevator opened as the three exited, with Michelle and Margaret deep in conversation.

As they neared the lab,

Margaret quickened her pace concerned how Jeff might take the news his boss had also been exposed by the experiment.

She entered the lab to see Jeff on Tim’s lap.

The baby looked at the baby in the stroller and up at Michelle.

“I thought your son was almost two?”

Michelle stopped and looked at the little child speaking well beyond his age.

Even though she was prepared to see Jeff in this condition it still amazed her to see a diaper-clad child carrying on a conversation.

She looked at Jeff and gave a little smirk,

“Our son IS two.” Jeff a little confused looked at the infant,

“Then who is…oh no! Professor Leahey?”

The little child removed his thumb and looked directly at Jeff.

“Yeath it me.

What do you think of my new ride?”

Rob Leahey giggled and kicked his legs in the air at the comment before his mother removed him from the stroller.

He was placed on the floor and the professor toddled awkwardly for a few steps before resting on his diapered butt and continuing towards Jeff at a crawl.

Jeff was placed in a sitting position staring at the infant crawling towards him.

Rob sat down in front of his friend with knees spread out, as his heels were almost touching.

They stared at each other for a couple of minutes before they began to talk and giggle like two little children.