"Huh... ...oh. Sorry, sweetie!" Fred awoke to Layla trying to move his arm. "Come here, my little Dyl-pickle." He'd gotten up and helped Layla by taking his noise-maker of a son, and started bouncing him around on his own hip. "Ah, I see why..." Fred stopped after the first bounce. "...he's crying." Fred held Dylan at arms-lenghth. "He needs to be..." Fred took Dylan to a table and laid him on his back. "...changed."