Lunch Time

Despite what most people would think, the Marie Smith-Flores Foster Home for Little Ones had the best services to offer those in the care. This included food. Locally grown and made by some of the finest chiefs, any meal served was both nutritious and delicious, even if they made it look like baby food. The cafeteria was also kept clean and was easy to clean up after mealtime. Highchairs, made to fit those who were adult in nature, were spread out in the large space and grouped up with six chairs in a group.

Tommy waddled into the cafeteria after lunch was announced with all the other babies. Picking a random highchair, he plopped down into it, his diaper still messy from earlier but he didn't seem to mind. Next to him was the girl from before who, from the expression on her face, was going potty in her pants. More and more came in and took their seats around them. Tommy mostly kept to himself, still thinking about the adoption interviews later that day. Though the nervous thoughts had gone away, there was still the thought of who would be the ones to adopt him. Would they be nice and treat him like their own baby, or would they be the kinky type? When applying to be adopted, he had left his preferences vague as to who he wanted to be adopted by since he was good either way. But looking back, he probably should've thought that part out more.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when one of the volunteers slipped a large bib over his head, which was standard. Soon another came around and place a bowl full of mashed potatoes mixed with carrots, peas, and some extra fiber onto his highchairs tray. Within an instant, everyone in the room began to eat their lunch, be it properly or slopy depending on how they wanted to act. For Tommy, he just grabbed a handful of his potatoes and plopped it in his mouth, though it was more like in his mouth, on his face, bib, tray, diaper, floor... you get the idea. It wasn't long until milk was served in baby bottles and Tommy was sucking on his.

After some time, lunch was over. Now it was time to clean up and get ready for naps. Thinking about it, he could either just get a change, go take a quick bath, or just go to nap covered in mashed potatoes and a dirty diaper.