It’s time for your afternoon milk! Unfortunately, it’s not straight from Step-Mommy’s breasts because I had to mix it up and make it special in your sippy cup. But it should be just as warm and delicious, and, like I said, it’s extra special. It’s going to help regress you even further. Go on, have a sip. Mmm. So tasty. See, sweetheart, pretending just isn’t as fun for Step-Mommy anymore. The very best thing about bb boys is that they don’t understand a word anyone says. They’re too stupid. So there’s no resistance, no talking back—just a dumb boy blinking up at me, too weak to even think, much less act, on his own. Just like you, now.