As Lauren and Aly were both sleeping, Peter was feeding Baby Thomas in the kitchen, and having a rather good time actually. Baby Thomas was always a joy, and no was certainly no exception. Thomas was happily eating the strained plums Peter was feeding him, and he ever reached for the spoon in an effort to help the process along, which made Peter laugh. "You'll make a mess, Thomas, and then your mother will win the 'clean or dirty' contest and I'm not ready to throw in the dust rag just yet. I'll make you a germaphobe sooner or later!" Peter held onto the spoon tightly as he guided it into Thomas' mouth. "How's that, hmm? Num num?"
( Oh..dear... )
( Oh..dear... )