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Drabble Fifty-Five - Team Lead Command Voice

#55

~Kota~

I stared at the boy.

He was 1 year old, with deceitfully innocent brown eyes, blonde hair and a cute smile. A friend of Uncle's had asked for Luke to babysit, and he in turn had appeared at my house with the little boy in tow.

Luke was sat in front of the boy, holding a bowl of baby food and trying to get him to eat.

"Choo choo! Here comes the train, open up!" Luke said, pushing the spoon to his mouth. The little boy, Connor was his name apparently, held his mouth closed stubbornly.

"Please, Connor, please! Just eat something!"

Connor stared blankly, his lips now pressed in a thin line. Luke was getting more and more desperate by the minute, trying all the tactics he knew. Which, truthfully, were none.

"Connor! Please! I'm begging here! Look," he cried, "I'm begging on my knees, just eat something."

This was getting sort of sad. I rolled my eyes.

"Here, let me."

Luke grinned gratefully, passing over the responsibility.

I stared the little boy in the eyes and held out the spoon.

"Connor," I commanded, "eat."

I pushed the spoon forward and the boy opened his mouth obediently and took a bite. Luke gaped and I smiled smugly.

"And that," I said while shoving the food into Luke's hands, "is how to feed a baby."