Linda told me that Tom was going to be joining us for supper last night. Of course, it was “strongly suggested” around 5:30 that I change into a cute outfit before Tom got there. I was surprised that I wasn’t being told to get ready for bed. Linda told me to stay out of the kitchen, so I had no idea what she was fixing. Tom got there shortly after 6:00 and affectionately greet her. I’m still not use to seeing them being romantic in front of me, so I turned away to watch TV.
“Oh, I think we’re embarrassing the baby,” Tom laughed. She told him to help himself to a beer while she returned to cooking. No one offered one to me.
Tom stood in the kitchen talking to her, both ignoring me until dinner was being put on the table. Tom took the head of the table seat, leaving me to sit on the backside of the table and up against the wall. Linda came over and put a bib around my neck and a dish towel on my lap. I thought that was rather strange. Dinner turned out to be spaghetti and lettuce salad, except a cup of apple sauce was place in front of me. I looked for a fork but only found a spoon.
A small serving of spaghetti was put on my plate. I asked for a fork but was told I was to make do with just a spoon. “Forks are too dangerous for babies,” she said. “Let me know if you need me to feed you.”
When I tried eating the spaghetti with just a spoon, I quickly learned why I had a towel on my lap as the first spoonful slid right off the spoon. They both laughed at that and continued watching me attempt to get food into my mouth. I was a mess by the time I finished.
Linda cleaned me off after dinner. I sat at the table while they cleaned up. Then we all went into the living room where she instructed me to sit on the floor and play with my toys. I kept my back to them so I couldn’t see them kissing and also blocking their view of me trying to play with baby toys.
At 7:30 Tom said, “I have an idea.” I was sure he was going to suggest that I be put to bed for the night. Instead he said, “how about some ice cream?” I was still hungry from supper, so I said it sounded good to me. But then Linda said, “we are out.” Then the shock came. Tom said, “let’s go for a drive and get some at Dairy Queen”. I was hoping he was talking about the two of them. But Linda responded that she would get my coat.
I was being ****** to go out in public with them for the first time in a baby outfit. I got into the back seat, glad that Tom didn’t have a car seat back there. At least with my coat on most of me was covered from my neck to waist. We got to the drive up and he ordered 2 cones and a baby cone. When we got to the service window, I saw the surprised look on the gal’s face when Tom took the baby cone and handed it to me, then took the other cones for the “grownups”.
By the time we got back home I was happy to go straight to bed. Linda changed my diaper while Tom watched. I was glad that he didn’t offer to change me. And I didn’t care what they were going to do for the rest of the night.