You stopped crying. Your mother's cooing soothed you, and you began to relax on her shoulder. Your mother lay you down on a table, and grabbed a diaper.
"Miles needs a change, doesn't he?"
Molly unwrapped your diaper, handling it like a time bomb. She dropped it in the trash, and put baby powder on the fresh diaper. She lifted you up, and put you back down. The diaper was now beneath you. Your mother wrapped it around your crotch, which was now hairless, along with the rest of your body!
"Does Miles want some breakfast? Yes he does, yes he does!"
Your mom carried you out to the dining room, and placed you in a baby seat. Molly walks to the kitchen, and rummages through a cabinet.
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