"All right, honey, let's get you a crib," Stacey said as they filed out of the church, Mikey snuggled in her arms. Mikey removed his pacifier.
"Wha' bou my cwoves?" he squeaked.
"Well, it looks like what you've got still fit you pretty well," Jim said. He ruffled Mikey's wispy dark red hair, the same color as his. "You told me before that you were big when you were a baby."
"Yeah," Mikey said with a nod.
"We can keep an eye out for something that might fit a bit better, but right now, we need to focus on getting you a crib," Stacey said. "You're too little to sleep in our bed now. And you're definitely too little to sleep in your other bed."
"Yeah..." Mikey leaned his head against Stacey's breasts, large and soft from her milk. "Why I wittle?"
"Could it be your breast milk?" Jim asked Stacey. Stacey scowled at him. "What?"
"Why would you think that?"
"He only got smaller after you nursed him."
"Uh-uh. I nursed him ages before he started getting smaller! And plenty of times! If it was my milk, he'd be a little fetus in my uterus by now," Stacey snapped.
"That's a good point," Jim said. He rubbed her shoulder. "Are you all right? Why'd you snap like that?"
"I just don't want him to stop eating because he's scared. And my hormones are just, super crazy right now."
"Yeah, that makes sense," Jim said gently. They got to the car. Stacey buckled Mikey into his car seat and then got in the passenger seat. Jim got in the driver's seat and started the car.
During the drive to the mall, Stacey and Jim discussed possible causes for Mikey's new baby status, but couldn't land on anything. Mikey would be lying if he said he wasn't worried. But his new mommy and daddy got him to stop worrying the moment they wheeled his rental stroller into the baby supply store. After all, he was being allowed to choose his own crib!
After a quick stop in other aisles for nursing supplies for Stacey and a carrier and a stroller for Mikey, they sent into the crib aisle. Mikey looked around in excitement.
"All right, Mikey, you get to choose your crib!" Stacey said in her best "mom" voice. Mikey held his arms up. Stacey took him out of the stroller and held him so he had a better view of his options. He examined the cribs before him, sucking on his paci for comfort and focus.
After a few minutes, he stuck his chubby baby hand in one direction, pointing at...