She places you in your high chair, chuckling a little at your panicked flailing. You were so high up, your underdeveloped mind was cognizant enough to recognize the danger of falling down.
"It's okay my little man mommy's got you," she whispers to you, placing your feeding bib around your chubby neck.
Her blue eyes lock you in place, short dark blue hair neatly tied into a ponytail.
She smiles, her hand palm upward before you, a tiny non-toxic plastic spoon hovers above it.
"Chuga Chuga Chuga Chuga Choo Choo" She sings out, you gurgle out a wet laugh as she brings the baby food close to your mouth.
You obediently open up and consume it, your teethless gums ruminating on the sweet mixture
"You like that don't you?" She places an elbow on the highchair, chin resting on her hand as she lovingly stares at your face as you finished chewing.
You bob your head up and down, as if you were giving her affirmation to the question even though you didn't understand her words.
She smiles again, using your bib to wipe away the bits of baby food around the edges of your mouth.
She reaches down, planting her lips on your fuzzy and soft scalp.
Smooch
"I love you my little man" she whispers as she nuzzles your nose with hers
You gleefully laugh, giggling madly as your mother showered you with affection.