A/n: This is gonna be about if Paul was a baby and the others had to take care of him.
"Daddy Johnny! I hungry!"
"Sshh, Paulie, Daddy's right here. And look, he's got your bottle to!"
"It warm?"
"Yep! Just for my little Paulie."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"You're very welcome."
He drank two of the bottles, then went in his nursery to play with his trains. However, Ringo was keeping an eye on the time.
"Paulie?"
"Yes, Uncle Wingo?"
"Do you need a potty break?"
"I okay."
Not completely convinced, he came in and joined the boy in his game of cowboys and freight trains.
"Love bug, you're a bit wiggly, do you want to try going potty?"
"I okay."
Not too much time had gone by when he started sitting on his foot and quietly grunting.
"Uncle Wingo, I gotta go potty."
"Okay! Do you wanna walk or have me carry you?"
"Carry."
He could tell by the boy's face there wasn't a crap ton of time, so he got him in and sat down on his potty.
"I done."
"Okay," and he got the training nappy back on and his shorts back up.
"Where my step tool?"
"Oh, um, about that."
"Huh?"
"Johnny borrowed it the other day and kind of broke it."
"Oh."
"I've got one you can borrow. And you know what? It's cooler than your old one. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"It's made for big boys. Big boys like you and me."
Once Paulie got his hands washed, he realized how tired he was.
"Mummy Jane?"
"Yes, Munchkin?"
"I sleepy."
"Okay, I'll get you cozy."
So, she carried the boy off to the nursery.
"What PJs do you want?"
"It too warm."
"Just your nappy?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
Once she got him cozy, she sang his favorite lullaby, "Away in a Manger", and watched him fall asleep with a plush puppy cuddled up to his naked chest and his thumb in his mouth.
"Good night, Paulie," she whispered, and went out to get some coffee.
