A living room. It is late. Father and child are tired and cranky. Mother is passed out on the couch because she just can't sleep through this.
I'm upset! I'm tired and hungry!
(Kaylee is presented with a bottle.)
I'm too ticked off to eat! And that makes me mad!
(Bottle is removed from baby's mouth. Child fills pants with filth.)
Now I'm hungry, tired AND uncomfortable. FIX ME.
(Kaylee is taken to another room, stripped, wiped, creamed, diapered. She is quiet until the event is over.)
HEY! I said I was #@*&^! hungry!
(Bottle is returned and Kaylee begins to eat, only to knock bottle aside with a stray, flailing arm)
HEY! Bring that back! I'm hungry dammit!
(Bottle is returned only to be knocked aside again. Arm is pinned to her side.)
WHY ARE YOU CONFINING ME??!! AND WHERE'S MY DAMN DINNER??!!
(Bottle is removed. Father bangs head on wall.)
(Bottle is offered one last time, eating commences. Child passes out.)
* Loosely translated from baby.