“Sure you are…” The girl’s mother reached down and stroked her cheek for a moment, and then pulled away – slightly to Karen’s displeasure – and told Dillion, “Get her in her high chair, okay? I need to go finish setting things up.”
“You got it.”
The woman headed out of the room then, leaving a ten year old fresh out of diapers along with one suddenly wearing them. At once, Dillion ordered kindly, “You heard her, squirt. Let’s get you strapped in…”
“H-Highchair?” Turning red at the very suggestion, Karen demanded of her formerly-baby-brother, “But why do I need a highchair?”