"Laura, pleez, turn mae baaack," Simon said.
Laura grined again and cuddled baby Simon.
"Sorry, no can do. I'm the oldest now, baby brother."
Suddenly, Laura felt strange. A new awareness came over her.
"Are you thirsty Simon?"
Simon grumbled, then looked at her lightly. "Ah bit..."
Laura fumbled through the chest some more and then recovered Simon's old baby bottle. She took him into the kitchen and prepared for him some milk.
Simon looked at the bottle in disgust as she offered it to him. "Nuu way am I dwinking from a bottle!" His eyes followed the bottled, cold liquid hungrily. "Well...maybe jus' a sip." He put his fat lips on the bottle and suckled greedily. Laura smiled. "That a boy, Simon. Drinky up." Laura then shook her head. What was she saying? She was treating Simon like he was her son. Well...he was certainly cute. She smiled again and ignored the thought, snuggling him.
Simon finished the milk contently.