Jonathan didn’t want to tell them the truth. He felt butterflies in his stomach the more he thought about it.
“Oh crap! I almost forgot!” His mother said. She walked over to the fridge and grabbed a sippy cup of juice. She handed it to Jonathan who gladly drank it. He was almost finished with his breakfast, but he couldn’t eat anymore. He sat there not eating, hoping his parents would get the message.
“Come on now, eat up! You want to be big and strong right?” His dad asked. Jonathan shook his head no and continued to sit there.
“Are you full sweetheart?” His mother asked. Jonathan nodded his head. She walked over and took his plate. She ruffled his hair and gave the plate to her husband. Jonathan knew his dad was fat due to eating a lot, but she could have at least thrown the food away.
Jonathan got off the chair and took his cup to the couch, where he looked around for the lotion. They wouldn’t have been suspicious of a toddler looking around, so Jonathan didn’t have to worry.
A few moments later, Jonathan was accompanied by his father sitting down on the recliner. He laid back and turned the tv on.
“Wanna watch cartoons?” He asked. Jonathan shook his head no. His dad changed the channel to some sports channel. The two watched the tv until someone came down the stairs.
Jonathan’s brother George slowly came down wearing nothing but his sweatpants. Just from looking at him Jonathan could tell he got sick. There was even a small bit of puke on his face.
“Mom what’s for breakfast!” He asked. He couldn’t even make it halfway down the stairs before he needed to sit down.
“I’m making you some soup right now, just give me a minute!” She said.
“Where’s Jonathan’s kid?”
“He’s right here watching tv. What do you need?” His dad asked.
“Just wanted to know.” He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. Not long after, Jonathan’s mom brought a thermos up to her son. “Now take this up to your room and don’t come out. We don’t want you get the little one sick George!”
“Yes ma’am!” George took his thermos and went back upstairs. Jonathan was going to continue watching tv, but he was handed a bottle of milk. Jonathan tried it, tasting just normal milk with something added to it. He took another sip, and the unknown taste hit him. It was one of his favorite flavors: vanilla.
Jonathan laid back as he drank from the bottle, feeling total tranquility. His turned to see who gave him the bottle, but it was his mother. She brushed his hair as he laid back. It was comforting, just enough to make him go to sleep.
Jonathan woke up rocking in his father’s lap. Thankfully he was wearing pants instead of his underwear, so Jonathan didn’t mind sitting in his lap. However, he did notice the condition of his diaper.