She dresses Sam first.

Sam took Kristen's arm when she offered it and helped Sam sit up, the fluff of a new diaper always making things difficult.

"Is that better?"

She didn't answer.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Is Sammy hungry too?"

This time Sam actually looked Kristen in the eye. There was no ill intent in Kristen's expression. The Weavers knew that being their baby wasn't going to be easy for Sam. They were patient with her in everything they did. Even when the diapers and the baby talk and being paraded around in embarrassing clothes became too much for her, she knew that the Weavers weren't bad.

Sam nodded apprehensively.

"Alright. But first, we should get you dressed. Come on. I'll let you pick."