"Aren't you a hungry little piggy!" Darius said, squeezing and snuggling his little brother. "Aren't you an adorable little munchkin!? Muah-muah-muah-muah-muah! Such a wobbly big fat bellywelly! Yes you are! Yes you are! All soft and fat and chubbywubby! Googy-googy-goooo!"

Richard laughed. "Darius stop!"

"Who's a big fat piggy!? WHO'S A BIG FAT PIGGY!? ARE YOU A BIG FAT PIGGY!? Heh!? Yes you are! Muah!"

The Queen laughed!

"Boys!" she said, giggling, "Now stop that both of you! Darius! Don't be bouncing him up and down so much on your belly! It's not good for him! And besides, it's almost time for Patrick's afternoon feeding!"

"You just fed him a gallon of tittymilk..."

"DARIUS!"

"Did I say that? I meant..."

"I KNOW what you meant! that is NOT appropriate language, young man! And certainly not around Patrick!"

"Yes mother, sorry mother..."

"Where did you heard such things!?"

"I overheard you and papa one evening..."

The Queen blushed.

"Well that's NO excuse!" she said. "That's something private and confidential between your father and myself! Now come on, give him back! It's time for me to feed him again!"

"Mother!" said Richard, suddenly, "Can WE feed Patrick?"

The Queen frowned.

"Feed him WHAT exactly?" she asked.