Logic and Babies: #73 Warn

“I’m warning you,” she leaned over the crib, finger extended. The baby just cried. She wiggled all her fingers, and he hiccupped twice then began to cry again.

“This is it, Teddy. I’m serious this time. If you don’t stop crying…”

Well. What would she do? Have a cup of tea and a bit of toast, the first thing she’d eaten all day? Take a nap? Physically assault her husband for being able to ignore the fretful noises their son was making?

“If you don’t stop…”

Remus put his hands on her shoulders. “Dora. You can’t reason with an infant.”