Later, when we were alone in my room, she laid me on my back on the baby scale. She wrote the numbers on a clipboard and told me how well I was doing. Then she sat in the rocking chair, put me on my stomach, over her knees, and took my temperature. She slapped my little bare bottom lightly when I kicked or wiggled. She warned me with a chuckle that if I wasn’t a ‘good baby’, she’d keep me like this forever, a wet little plaything for her and her daughter. I giggled and laughed at her playful threats; I trusted her and knew she wouldn’t do anything to harm me. She smiled and hugged me and told me she’d be my mommy forever. It made me feel good to know that she’d always be there to take care of me and I fell asleep in her loving arms.
