You are the bestest babbeh! You can make talkies faster than all your siblings, but only a few words. You are such a smart baby!
“Mummah, Pwincess wan’ miwkies nyow! Gib miwkies!” You demand, trying to get to mummah’s milkie places.
“Mummah hab sweepie feews, get some from poopie fwuffy over dere.” Mummah points to Tulip, slowly closing her eyes.
“Hmph! Wan’ mummah miwkies!” You pout, hoping you can get some milkies from mummah before she sleeps.
“Otay, otay… Hewe, mummah gib miwkies.” Mummah says, pulling you closer to her milkie places.
You think of somthing, then stop drinking.
“Wai Pwincess nu hab miwkie pwaces?” You ask, swallowing your milk.
“Pwincess tuu wittle fow hab miwkie pwaces. Onwy big fwuffies hab dem.” Mummah explains.
“Pwincess wan’ be big fwuffy! Wan num sketties!” You say, even though you didn’t quite know what sketties were, you knew they were good.
“CHIRP! PEEP! CHIRP!” One of your siblings peeped, calling out to mummah.
“Ugh! It dummeh poopie. Wish mummah could gib hew foweba sweepies. Can 'ou?” You ask, eyes lit up.
“Nu, that be tuu ee-see for hew. Wan’ hew to suffew. Poopie fwuffy and poopie babbeh, come hewe.” Mummah called out.
“Wha’ happen? Can nu make wunnies nu-more. Weggies gone.” Tulip sighed.
“Otay, Pwincess. Poopie fwuffy hab tummie-babbehs. Twy gib her sowwy-hoofies in tummy, bu’ nu tuu hawd. Mummah pwan nu work if poopie hab come-tuu-soon babbehs.” Mummah directed, pointing at Tulip.
“Huwties! Wai babbeh gib huwt- BIGGESH POOPIES!” Tulip screamed, trying to hold her stomach.
“Mummah, wha’ she doin’?” You ask, confusedly.
“Biggesh poopies make babbehs come out speshal-pwace so they nu tummie-babbehs nu more.” Mummah explained.
“Wha’ am speshal-pwace?” You questioned Mummah, but the answer felt certain, just that you didn’t know it.
“Speshal-pwace am where babbehs come out. It where mawe smeww come out tuu, but Mummah teww 'ou about that when you big babbeh.” Mummah answered.
You are the “poopie” babbeh. Mummah called you over here for some reason. Maybe she’s giving you milkies? You feel a weird feeling in your mouthie-place, then you talk! You’re a talkie babbeh now!
“M-miwkies. Pwease miwkies!” You ask.
“Ugh, weally? Nu want gib babbeh miwkies, but otay. Pwincess, ‘ou dwink up tuu! Nee’ be big and stwong so can hab pwetty babbehs one bwight-timesie.” Mummah says, pushing you both towards her milkie places.
“Day-see nu hab miwkie places? Wai?” You ask, confused.
“Ugh, again? Babbeh nu hab miwkie pwaces because am poopie babbeh. Dere, dat wai.” Mummah harshly answers, stuffing her milkie place back in your mouthie-place.
“Get off Mummah’s miwkie pwace! Pwincess am smart-ee fiwwy, nee’ aww miwkies! Get sowwy-hoofies!” Your sissy shouts, knocking you over.
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“Huwties! Huu-huu…” You sob.
You are Lavender! Your bestest baby, Princess, just said she’s a smarty. You love smarties! Your special friend is one! You’re going to make sure all her other siblings know that she’s the best fluffy in the world! (second only to you, of course).
“Dat am wight! Pwincess am suuu smawt! Am the bestest eba! Sek-oo-nd bestest, because mummah am bestest. Need find a hewd ow somefing, Mummah ask Daddeh to find famiwy a hewd tu be in.”