Realization suddenly crashes down over you like a tidal wave. There was nothing he could do to stop her. He was now a helpless ball of pudge. "I'm not hungry." You say, and as a feeble attempt of protest, you fold your arms over your chest. "Now, now," Sophia cooed. "I'm the adult here, and I say you need to have breakfast. You don't want to be hungry on the long ride to your new house! It'll take over an hour to get there!" She scoops you into her arms and carries you to a baby chair positioned at a table. She slips you into the chair and ties a bib around your neck and walks out of your sight. This is not happening, you think to yourself, but in the back of your regressed baby mind, you know that it is. Sophia then returns with a jar and a small spoon. "Now open wide! Here comes the airplane!"
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