The Baby

Steven looked down at the tiny person at his feet, and felt nothing. Susan's nephew, Aaron was staying with him for the afternoon while Susan and her sister Nancy went shopping. Without warning, the little primate had been thrust into his arms and they had scooted out the door before Steven could begin to mount a protest. So now he was stuck here with this little moron for the rest of the day.

Aaron was almost two. He spoke but little, preferring to just stand there and stare at Steven with those cold, lifeless eyes. This was not the worst part. He would bother Steven while he was trying to work with his senseless crying. This was also not the worst part. The worst part was that he was mobile. A child that age, who has just learned to walk, is basically a divining rod. It immediately sough out and found any possibly dangerous or life threatening things in the room. Twice already Steven had to keep Aaron from frying what little brains he had in the light socket.

He had come up with a novel solution. He had completely encased the child with pillows, thereby negating his ability to move, see, or pretty much do anything. The child continued trying to get around, however, and ran around the home like a giant marshmallow with an Iron Man shirt. Steven had turned on CSPAN, to keep him occupied, but that had not yet peaked his interest. Steven had tried playing some Rush, as well, but Aaron did not appreciate Getty Lee as much as he did.

The child seemed hungry, but Steven did not know what small children eat. All he had in the fridge was old brie and chicken Pad Thai. Neither one peeked the tiny person's interest. Steven thought he could get some macaroni and cheese delivered, but he didn't want Aaron getting sick and ruining his beautiful carpet.

In the end, all Steven could do was sit here trying to work, with a small child grasping at his leg, as he waited for the mother to come home