As you struggle to swallow yet another spoonful of chunky brown mush you plead with the woman standing in front of you, saying “No more, please Ruth, I can’t eat anymore. Please. Ruth I’m begging you, please stop. I’ll do anything you want. Just let me go and I’ll”- you’re cut off by Ruth shoving another spoonful of mush into your mouth. As she scoops up another spoonful of mush, Ruth says “nonsense dearie. Did you forget that you’re stuck in here for the rest of your life? That’s right, for as long as you live, you’re going to be one of our little babies. And nanny Ruth is always ready to fill her wittle babies tummy wummies”. She then scoops up another massive spoonful of mush and says “now open wide”, before you can even react, Ruth shoves the spoon into your mouth.
For the past however many weeks it’s been, (you had lost count by this point) this had been your mornings. You’d be woken up by a loud ass rooster call through the intercom, a couple minutes later, your nursery door would swing open and Ruth would enter with a metal cart that contained a large salad bowl, a spoon, some food and a blender. She would then lift you out of the crib, strap you into the high chair and blend up the food before feeding it to you, on the menu for you this morning was liver and sardine stew.
Now, every “inmate” had a different feeder assigned to them and each one had their own special rule. Some had you eat a multi course meal, some required you weigh a certain amount before the meal could officially end and some exclusively force fed you. With Ruth, her rule was that each meal would last exactly 1 hour and by the end of the hour. Any food that you spat out, any food that was left on your bib and any food that was left in the bowl would be added to your next meal. And this was a rule that Ruth exploited immensely. Sometimes she would deliberately feed you slow to waste time and sometimes she would tickle you immensely whilst you had food in your mouth, causing you to spit it out. And today was no different.
Ruth scoops up another spoonful of mush and says “open up the tunnel Chrissy, here comes the Choo Choo train”. You allow her to feed you and as she removes the spoon from your mouth, you try to use your hands to defend yourself but it doesn’t work and Ruth sticks her hands in your armpits and starts ticking you immensely. As she’s tickling you she says “look who’s come to visit Chrissy, it’s the tickle monster. Don’t you just hate how she always visits when you’ve got a big mouthful of food”?
As the tickling became quicker, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, spitting the mush onto your tray. You lost your laughter quickly as Ruth scooped up the mush you spat out, dumped it in your bib and says “looks like that’s gonna be saved for later”. You look down at your bib and see that the bottom of it is nearly half full”.
Eventually an alarm starts playing and Ruth says “ok, breakfast is over”. She looks in the bowl and says “I’m shocked Chrissy, you only ate a little more than half of your breakfast, I guess this means you’ll be having an extra big lunch later today”.
As Ruth places you in a jolly jumper suspended high in the air, Ruth says “now I’m going to tell your next nanny about those big girl words you were saying earlier. After all, you’re a baby, and babies don’t use big girl words, understand”?
As you nod your head, Ruth leaves the room, about 5 minutes later, in walks   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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