Bouncing Baby Beatles

Chapter Two: Golden Slumbers

"Sh, Geo, it was just a dream! There's no evil monster out to steal your sandwiches," Pattie hushed.

"It was so real though, Mommy!"

"I know, I know."

But once she sang him a lullaby, golden slumbers filled his eyes.

"Mommy!" Ringo screamed.

"Ritchie, Ritchie, Honey, what's wrong?" Maureen gasped.

"There was this big shark and he killed my octopus friend and then he was gonna kill me! It was so real, Mommy!"

"Well, Lovey, I don't think you need to worry about sharks. We're pretty damn far from the ocean. At least right now we are."

Then, if you can imagine, John woke up.

"Mommy! Mommy! Please, please, help me! Help me!"

"Mommy, there was this walrus and then there was an egg man. And then the walrus killed the egg man. All the egg man was doing was waiting for the van to come so he could do his job! I hate walruses!" he sobbed, completely ignorant that in a couple years he would write about a walrus and an egg man.

"Um, I'm sorry you feel that way about walruses, Johnny, but it was just a dream, honey. That's all. And Mommy'll  keep you safe from any killer walrus."

"Okay, Mommy, but I have something else to tell you."

"What's that, Darling?"

"I, um, weed the bed," he admitted, turning red.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, Johnny Boy, we all make mistakes!"

"Even going peepee  in your sleep?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend has a daughter who's eight years old and never piddled the bed a day in her life until last night."

"But she's a girl!"

"That's besides the point."

Once he got all cleaned up, he went back to sleep.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

"What's wrong, Paulie?"

"I, um, I think I, I um, I might've y'know had a y'know, an um."

"Did you have an accident, Paulie?"

He nodded his head.

"Did you go potty before nap time?"

He nodded his head again.

"Macca, you never cease to amaze me."

Then, playtime came.

"Johnny! That's my octopus! Don't touch it! It's mine!" Ringo screamed.

"Aw, you can share, Ringo!"

"No!"

"I thought I was your friend," he replied, giving puppy eyes.

"No! N-O no! It's mine and only mine!"

"Sure, we'll see when Nigel gets it," he smirked.

"No! Okay, okay, you can play with Inky! It's yours! It's yours!" he begged, holding out Inky for Johnny to take.

"That's what I want," he grinned.

"Geo! That's my puppy!" Paul snapped as he watched George cuddling with his plush puppy.

"Boys! To your rooms!" Pattie directed.

"Make me!" John retorted, arms crossed.

"Keep going, Johnny and you won't get any dessert," Cynthia scolded.

"Okay," he groaned and went to his room.

After time out, the baby boys were extremely hungry. George wanted ten sandwiches, Paul wanted whatever Mommy gave him, Ringo wanted soup, and John insisted on cornflakes.

"John, you will eat soup!"

"No! I want cornflakes!"

"Fine! If you insist on being disobedient, you won't get any lunch, go to your room."

"What?"

"You heard me! Go to your room!"

"But I'm hungry!"

"Nope, you can't turn back now, go to your room!"

And with that, he left.