Jon's mother carried him downstairs and into the living room. Much to Jon's surprise she sat down on the sofa with him in her lap and turned on the TV.
"I thought you said it was dinner time."
"It is silly girl." Responded Jon's mom reaching onto the table next to the sofa and grabbing a bottle full of milk.
"Oh, thank god." Jon sighed. "For a minute there I thought you were going to breast feed me."
"Sweetie, I haven't done that since you were 13, remember? We had a nice long talk about how you were starting to like girls and wanted to suckle at their breasts instead of mine. Don't you remember?"
"No, not really." Jon responded slowly between sucks on the bottles nipple, all the time wondering what would happen if his mother thought he was acting strangely.
"Oh, just like a baby girl to ask silly questions and to be so forgetful." Responded Jon's mother smiling down at him.
Jon suddenly realized that he could probably get away with nearly anything now. His mom would write off anything he did or said that seemed out of the ordinary as being typical for a baby girl. Jon decided to keep drinking the milk in the bottle, which wasn't much given that it was meant for a baby, and figure out what he wanted to do next.
