Emma noticed one of her co-workers enter the room

The quietness of the ball room was disturbing. As disturbing as the intertwining sounds of brief periods of silence and childish laughter could be. Emma wasn't sure to make of the sudden quietness as how thirty minutes ago the rest of the daycare was mostly filled with activity, along with her co-workers managing the few children in Sunnyside. Before she could speak to Amilia; she heard footsteps coming from behind and turned to see Rosie -- donning her usual casual sundress, white shorts and grass green t-shirt underneath. "Where the heck have you two been? I was looking for you!"

"Is everything alright?" Emma replies, she made the effort to glance back and forth between the two. "I thought it was getting quiet around here."

A hearty chuckle escaped Rosie's lips, "Well, y'know me and being 'quiet' for the most part." She stood beside Emma and smiled at the sight of Amilia happily playing in the ball pit. "Just spoke to Mr. Crosser on the phone about why he hadn't been sending Jimmy into Sunnyside lately and he sounded like he was off his rocker, man!"

"Wh-What?" Emma snorted, "Mr. Crosser? Was he drunk or something?"

"No idea," Rosie responded, loudly laughing. "I asked why he hadn't been sending his son in; and he gave me some crazy spiel about how Jimmy isn't old enough to come to Sunnyside. Back in diapers, back to being a baby and loads of other crazy crap."

"Lookit' me! I'mma swimming!" Amelia yelped, noticing the lack of attention given to her by the two adults. She paused her play; swinging her arms to grab their attention.

"Just a moment, kiddo." Rosie interjected, "Just talking to Emma about grown-up stuff."

The look Amilia responded with appeared to be one of digust and confusion. That's if, if even Emma understood what look the little girl attempted to convey, eventually returned to the ball pit seemingly less energetic than before and falling short of a temper tantrum.

"I'll leave you two alone after I tell Emma this important stuff, okay?" Rosie winked at Amelia, not seemingly caring about the adult's response.

Rosie was sweet. Her luscious blonde hair stylized with an accompanying sunflower hairclip always made her shine. The earthly and natural choice in clothing and a slight rejection to the norm seemed to be an attractive quality for the kids coming to daycare; but her kick-back punk attitude and short temper was surpringly fun to watch around the kids.

"That's crazy!" Emma shook her head, "I thought he was so respectable, too. Why's he doing that to his kid? That sounds insane!"

"Heck if I know," Rosie shrugged, "I called Oliver's Mom, same reason. I called Sally's aunt--"

"Same reason?" Emma inquired, she took the moment to take a nearby seat, continuing her back and forth glances at both Rosie and Amilia.

"What the frig' on?" Rosie threw her arms up; visibly furious, "Half of the class suddenly went back to diapers and now-- It's like, like, they're all regressed. Or regressing or something. Molly has gone several months being able to eat by herself, drink by herself; and now she just wants everything in a bottle or a sippy cup."

The unusual nature of the situation was umcomfortable to be sure. A group of parents allowing their children to regress, perhaps even forcibly was an even stranger to thought -- the nature of their transformation was suddenly quick.

It was definitely puzzling times ahead.