"Now then," your mother chuckles as she grabs you by the wrist, "let's go put some yum-yums in your little tum-tum."
You let out a small groan as you waddled after your mother, your face red in embarrassment as she leads you towards the kitchen. You wonder how long you can keep this up as you enter the kitchen. Suddenly, a terrible thought crossed your mind, but before you could say or do anything, your mother grabs you by the hips and does exactly what you were fearing she'd do: she placed you into your old highchair and snapped the tray in place, trapping you in the chair with your arms trapped at your side.
And to add insult to injury, you discovered that you actually managed to fit in the chair perfectly. You looked down at yourself as your mother stepped towards the fridge, feeling less and less like a twenty-year-old woman by the second.
"Now where did I put - Aha!" You hear your mother say from the fridge before you hear the door close. Looking up, you see your mother walking towards the highchair, your eyes going wide as you see that, in her hands, are/is...
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