"...get a family photo," Stacey suggested.
"We're not really a family," Jim pointed out. Stacey shrugged.
"We might as well be. I mean, he looks like us and I feed him from my breasts." When Jim still seemed hesitant, Stacey sweetened the pot. "If nothing else, it'll be good blackmail when Mikey is back to normal."
"True." Jim shrugged. "That's good enough for me. Come on, Mikey, time for a family photo!"
To his surprise, Mike, now thinking of himself as Mikey, didn't feel opposed to this. He knew he should, but he didn't mind. Jim began to push the stroller towards a small local photoshoot store.
Soon, Stacey and Jim were holding Mikey up, all three of them smiling at the camera. Until Mikey's smile changed to a look of concentration.
"Uh-oh, smells like someone made a whoopsie for Dada," Jim said jovially. He kissed Stacey. "Mind paying while I take the stinker to get changed?"
"Go ahead," Stacey said. Jim grabbed the diaper bag and carried Mikey, still working on filling his pants, into a nearby family bathroom. By the time Mikey was on a changing table, he was done.
"I bet you're glad that didn't happen while you were having breakfast," Jim joked. He undressed Mikey and opened his diaper. "Whew! That's a big present for Dada." Jim paused. "Why did I say that?"
"Dunno," Mikey said around his pacifier. He grinned up at Jim. "But I'm definitely gonna make a poopie while I'm nursing. It's just a matter of time."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jim said dismissively. He changed Mikey and brought him back to the store, where Stacey was waiting with the stroller. Stacey insisted on giving Mikey a big kiss on the top of the head before allowing him back into the stroller.
"Oh, here are the photos," she said excitedly once Mikey was buckled into his stroller. Jim looked at the pictures with appreciation.
"Now, that's a handsome family," he said.
"I sent one to my parents."
"Really?" Jim raised an eyebrow at her. "What did they say about Mikey?"