Liz smiled and crawled over towards a chair, then sat in it with her knees spread and her feet touching each other, “Now relax mommy, little baby Liz needs her bottle. So does little baby Zoe and Ann.”

Several minutes later Sally found herself standing on front of the three diapered girls, hungrily sucking down their bottles contents. “Liz!” She yelled, “Cut that out! I would have gotten your bottle. No need to force me.”

Liz popped her bottle from her mouth, “Yeah, but you wouldn’t have fed Trish.”

Sally turned and started for the kitchen but Liz stopped her, “But mommy, little baby Liz wants you to forget about her for now.”

Sally turned back to her with a dazed look in her eyes. “What? Forget what?”

“It doesn’t matter; you better stay in here and keep an eye on your babies.”