She takes you into the food court, which is every bit as odd as the rest of this place. The vast majority of the chairs are high chairs, and once again, you see people, way too old, and way too big, sitting in them, being fed baby food, and baby bottles. You even see a woman on a bench, breast feeding her 12-year-old daughter-WEIRD!
Your mother goes and orders the food: A sandwhich and a Baby Bottle-WHAT!??-of juice for her, and a large jar of baby food, and a bottle of milk, for you.
She then takes you over to one of the tables, strapping you in tight, to one of the high chairs. She even traps your arms down to your sides, so you can't move at all. Next, she reaches out, and to your extreme disapointment, pulls your pacifier out of your mouth.
"Alright, Honey Buns, time for num nums!" She cooes, as she ties a bib around your neck.
She sets one of the jars of disgusting mush on your tray, and begins opening it.
"Now, Mommy wants you to eat it aaaall up. If you behave like a good girl, Mamma will give you a special treat!"
As she dips a spoon into the gross looking stuff, you start to realize that this is really going too far-Now might be a really good time to speak up, and get some answers!.
"Alright, Sweetie-Here comes the airplane!"
As the horrid looking spoonful gets closer, and closer to your mouth, what will you do? indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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