"Serena, why don't you help feed him the porridge?" Grandma suggested cheerfully as they sat around the breakfast table.
Aiden, in mid-chew, coughed at the suggestion, glancing between Serena and his grandmother. Serena blinked at the suggestion, clearly caught off guard, but then plastered on a bright smile and nodded hurriedly. "Of course! I can do that," she replied with exaggerated enthusiasm.
She reached for Aiden's spoon, raising it toward his mouth like a nurse in training. Aiden eyed the spoon suspiciously, then shifted his gaze to Serena. Was she really going to feed him like this? And more importantly, she hadn't mixed anything funny into the oatmeal, right?