Maya wants to be even more babylike. She wants to use this opportunity to the fullest. So, when she takes the notebook, she knows what to write.
"18 is the age when people learn to walk, and 14 is when people learn to crawl."
Suddenly, you both feel your legs give way under you. You and Maya are on your hands and knees, reduced to crawling- and in Maya's case, not very good crawling, as it turns out that she was slow to learn. Maya is very glad to be even more babylike and to have even less responsibility, but she still wants to push it further. She grabs the book again, and now she writes,
"16-year-olds don't even have baby teeth yet, so they are on liquid formula diets like babies."
You feel your teeth evaporate into thin air, and your gums seal shut. You know it'll be a while before you'll even be teething. Maya adds two other things.
"Jake and I will always be able to understand each other talking."
"It is time for our moms to feed us dinner."
The first makes it so that, even without teeth, you and Maya can still talk. You're glad about that. Just then, your mom and Maya's mom open the door and walk in, both holding very large baby bottles. "Hey, babies! Time for din-dins!" your mom chimes, as she moves to lift you up. Maya quickly scrawls out "All children considered babies are as easy to carry as real babies." Your mom then picks you up as easily as if you were only 6-months-old, and the same goes for Maya's mom. You are carried out to the living room, were your moms sit down facing each other, lie you and Maya across their laps, and push the nipple of the bottle between your lips. You begin to suckle as they talk. You find that you actually enjoy the formula- it tasted somewhere between a milkshake and cookie dough, but less sweet and more filling. You quickly gulp down the entire bottle, and you were finished by the time Maya was only halfway through. Your mom, realizing you're done, puts the bottle aside, drapes a towel over her shoulder, and begins to... burp you? As she pats you on the back, you think this is ridiculous- that is, until you actually burped and spit up a little on the towel. You feel better afterwards. You mom begins to rock you, humming a lullaby, while Maya finishes her bottle and is burped. You start to get sleepy, and the two of you are put down for a nap in your crib.
When you wake up...