Raising up a fun God

Rockledge's POV

I look at the little boy that I was just handed. Yes, he's a baby, but he is so much more too. He is a being non of us could ever set out to be. A born creator. Who would have ever thought there was such a thing?

I babble at this litle man happy that he is here enjoying this barbecue with us. I know he can't eat the food yet, since he is commited to staying a baby. But he is a good six months old, development wise at least.. maybe he can at least try the sauce we put on the meat...

I grab some with the tip of my pointer finger and feed it to him. He smiles at me conspiritorally as he drinks it up. This little man is going to grow up to be my coconspirator. I am going to teach this little god how to hide things, but only in the nicest ways, of course.

Sigmund looks at me with a smile on his face. "Are you trying to get me in trouble? He's not supposed to have anything but his momma's milk right now..."

I smile as I look at him. "What's so bad about a little taste of foo