“Well how’s mamas little Ringo doing? Are you gonna be a rock star someday honey? Mama’s drummer boy?” Sara asked Brian as she appeared leaning over them, drying off a tray with a paper towel.
Rachel yanked her hand back as though the pot was burning hot. She’d almost given in, almost acted like a stupid little baby again. It was getting harder to fight it. The younger they were treated, the less bodily control they had, the stronger the urges became. It seemed like an instinct she had to fight. Her body wanted to do infantile things.
Brian for his part enjoyed Mama’s silly tone and playful questions. He even smiled up at her, banging loudly on the pot, until he saw Rachel staring worriedly at him.
