Thomas pursed his lips and said, “Mu….mo…” He frowned in frustration. “I can’t talk. I’m too young! All I can do is babble!”, he thought in disgust.
His Mother patted his head again and left him to finish her morning house cleaning. Thomas was depressed by his inability to speak; he wanted to tell her he could still think, even though he was in a baby’s body. He realized it would be years before he could control his muscles well enough for him to do anything but jabber. Marge tidied up the family room while he sat watching her, sucking his thumb and playing with his toes. After a while he grew bored.