Follow your mother to breakfast.

You follow your mother out of your room. The rest of the house looks mostly normal. However there's a large playpen set up in the living room and as you reach the dining table you find a highchair, somehow proportioned for an adult.

You aren't surprised when your mother leads you to the highchair.

"I am not getting in that." You insist, backing away.

"Come back here." She grabs hold of your hand and pulls you to the chair. You find that you are physically incapable of resisting as she pushes you into the seat and traps you there with the tray. Next, she ties a bib around your neck and goes to get your food.

She returns with a plastic bowl filled with an unidentifiable goo. The orange colour suggests that some of it is carrot.

Your mother takes a plastic spoon, scoops up some of the goo and brings it to your mouth. You hold your mouth closed. Not wanting to let her feed you both because it's humiliating and because it looks totally unappetising.

"What has gotten in to you today?" Your mother asks, clearly not expecting an answer as she presses the spoon to your lips.

"Good morning, {if Girl=true}Princess{else}Little Man{endif}." Your father greets you on his way to make his morning coffee.

You don't respond, still trying to keep that spoon out of your mouth.

Jane come in. When she sees you, she does a double take but doesn't say anything. "Good morning Mom. Good morning, Dad" She says. Then with a suspiciously large smile. "Good morning, {if Girl=true}Michelle{else}Michael{endif}."

"{if Girl=true}She{else}He{endif}'s not being cooperative with me this morning." Your mother demonstrates by squashing the food against your firmly-closed lips. "Could you try?"

"No problem." Jane says, happily taking your mother's seat and picking up the spoon. "Here comes the airplane."