Yesterday at the dinner table my sister was forcing some medication on me.

“Leesen to me baybee. You neeeed to take theese.”

“OK, Baybee. I theenk you are right. I weel take eet.” I held out my hand, but when she started to pour a couple I shouted, “Oooonly one, Baybee!”

“Youneeedtotaakeeet!” she shouted back.

I took it.

Paul shook his head, “This needs to stop…it has to stop.”