Helen let out an ear-piercing scream when she looked over her tiny body and her baby fat-rich arms. “There’s no need to cry, Sweetie,” the nurse told Helen. “We’ve looked over you several times, and you’re a perfectly healthy toddler.”
“I no toddwer,” Helen tried to protest.
“Poor thing,” the nurse sympathized, “but you don’t need to be scared; your family is right outside.”
“Family?” Helen asked.
“Your father and your big sister,” the nurse explained as she went out of the room.
Helen felt herself go pale because she knew that the nurse must be talking about her eleven-year-old daughter Amelia. Amelia was a generally nice girl, but she and her mother had often clashed over Helen’s busy work schedule and the time it took from any quality time the two could have shared. To top it off, Amelia always dreamed of having a little sister.
As Mike and Amelia came into the room, Mike was shocked as he looked at his regressed wife. Amelia looked at Helen with eagerness, “oh my God, you are just way too cute!” The tween squealed. Amelia crawled into bed with Helen without invitation, “I can hear a crinkly little butt,” the tween sang happily.
Helen finally noticed that under her hospital gown, she was wearing a pull-up, “get this fucking thing off me!”
“Oh,” Amelia teased, “someone’s a little potty mouth.”
“Amelia,” Mike lectured, “leave your mother alone.”
“I’m just being realistic, dad,” Amelia defended, “besides, she should wear a pull-up. I’ve seen kids older than her who still have accidents.”
“I fourty!” Helen protested.
Amelia giggled, “maybe forty months, if we’re being generous.”
“I still your mother!” Helen shouts. Unfortunately for Helen, at that moment….