You listened and tried to sing along; unfortunately, you remembered that you no longer had your big boy voice. You also couldn't remember most of the words. In fact, the whole song sounded kind of boring to you. No matter how hard you tried, you founds yourself starting to forget your old life.
"It looks like someone is trying to remember this song," Your mother said as she watched you.
You nodded your head. Your mother sighed. Now you were worried.
"Looks like they're going to have to increase your dosage," You mother said as she carried you into the kitchen.
She placed you in a high chair and locked you in. You watched in horror as your mother pulled out jars of baby food. Your stomach grumbled loudly. You were so hungry that you willingly let your mother spoon feed you. The food tasted terrible and a lot of it wound up on your bib.
After feeding you several jars of food your mother wiped your face. She cleaned removed your bib and finished cleaning you. Once you were clean she removed you from the high chair and carried you over to the sofa. She took a bottle and placed the nipple in your mouth. You drank the entire bottle.
Your mother burped you and then placed you a swing-a-ma-jig which began to rock you back and forth. Your eyelids grew heavy as you began to fall asleep. You were actually quite relaxed.
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