She carries you into the kitchen, where you gasp upon seeing a baby's high chair sitting there.
"That's RIGHT, Sweety," She cooes, "Mamma's got a REAL High chair set up, just for you!"
She then plops you down in it, and fastens the tray down, effectively pinning your arms to your sides. You then watch helplessly, as she walks over and pulls out a jar of baby food.
"'gasp' LOOK! It's Baby's favorite! strained spinach, and crushed carrot!"
The very THOUGHT of that kind of food makes you want to gag.
She sets the jar of disgusting mush on the tray in front of you, and then pulls out your pacifier. Though you're relieved to be rid of the pacifier, you are definitely not looking forward to being spoonfed that gross baby food.
Next, she opens the jar, and scoops out a generous spoonful of the gross mess.
"Alright, baby. Open wide for the ay-pain!" She says, but you are reluctant to do so.
"Come on, Baby. Open up. You don't wanna make Mommy angwee again, do you?"
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