There where no inscriptions or signs to give him a clue to it’s origins. Deedee had managed to get most of the stains out of the metal with the brine solution. The only spot that was left was a small brown area of discoloration. Ron dipped a corner of the cloth into the brine and rubbed the spot out with the cloth idly while he thought about the problem. He heard Deedee cooing in the next room and realized that he was going to be busy trying to take care of the house and a baby at the same time he was trying to hold down a job. He dropped the wet cloth on the lamp and thought, “I need to do something about finding a place to put her baby clothes. I can’t just leave her new clothes in the shopping bags. Maybe I should get her a dresser to store them in. I could get one with a changing station on top so I can change her diapers there instead of in her crib. She’s sure to make a mess on the mattress if I continue to change her diaper on the crib. Maybe I could take some emergency leave from work to go shopping for baby furniture. It’s inconvenient, but I can probably manage it.”

Ron thought that it was too bad that they didn’t already have a nursery full of baby furniture for Deedee. After he thought about it, he realized that she was going to need a stroller too. He wished that they he wouldn’t have to go shopping for more furniture the next day. Ron heard a cry from Deedee in her playpen and sighed. It was going to be a long day. He had enjoyed playing baby games with her as an adult, but he hadn’t been prepared for her to become a real baby. He was sure he would enjoy being her daddy once he got used to the idea of having an infant wife, but at the moment his nerves were more frazzled than he cared to admit to himself. He was worried that whatever had changed Deedee wouldn’t wear off and she would be a baby forever. Ron had been careful not to let Deedee know what he was thinking so she wouldn’t get worried too. He wasn’t completely sure she still had an adult mind, but he hoped for the best. In the meantime, he had to take care of her as if she was an infant. Thank God, she enjoyed playing baby. If she hadn’t and she could still think, she’d be in a state. As it was, if she could still think, she was probably having the time of her life. He turned to see what Deedee needed and left the room as the lamp began to glow again.