You don’t need to be a Miltank to know there’s much to love about milk. For the adults who rely on caffeine to trudge through the tiresome work day, to tolerate their lengthy and laborious shifts, it beats the bitterness of black coffee. For the teens who must rise and shine for school, it’s a staple to any cereal, providing a balanced breakfast before their seven hours. For the younger youth less occupied with classes, alongside aiding their growth spurts, it goes so well with cookies! But, for the babies with much more growing to do, milk is not merely a drink, it’s an extraordinary experience whose richness can only compare to that coveted creamy beverage, one a certain Eevee is more than familiar with. Sporting a light blue pajama top and plain white padding, still hungry after a hearty and healthy breakfast, Emmett now awaits what'll wash down his morning meal with a wide smile, for even the waiting game has its fair share of fun in its several stimuli. WHIIIIRRRR!!! The whirring of the microwave is music to the toddler’s ears while it hums its monotone melody, another soothing sensation alongside the combined comforts of crinkly bottoms and soft highchair seats. But even with the microwave’s serene song, even lovelier is what its artificial light illuminates, the bottle he’s bound to imbibe. The container’s clear colors claiming no concealment, touting a transparency the forgetful tot is grateful for, it’s more than happy to show Emmet that milk is not just a treat to the taste buds, but to the eyes as well. And indeed, to the little boy who’s yet to learn all of his colors, the liquid’s pure white look is very pleasing, not only for its simplicity, but also for its color matching that of the diaper he dons. Making the waiting more wonderful, emphasizing the engaging spectacle, is the sight of the bottle slowly spinning while it still warms up. Round and round it goes…Round and round it goes…Entranced by the bottle’s spinning sequence, its repeat rotations are near hypnotic to the Normal-type tot, causing him to lose track of the clock he can’t comprehend, of the seconds winding down until…. BEEP! Suddenly snapped back to reality, the shrill sounds of beeping only further excite the Eevee, his smile widening upon knowing his sweet reward is ready. “Hehehehe!” Now hardly able to wait any longer, well aware his bottle has no more business being in the microwave, Emmett enthusiastically bangs his paws and fidgets his body about as lively laughter accentuates his excitement. Contrasting the boisterous boy is none other than the mother lightly laughing at her son’s shenanigans, clearly captivated by the kid’s cuteness, by the innocent charm of- BEEP! BEEP! Its pitch persistently pitching in, the microwave reminds Avery that she’s still got her share of affairs, that Emmett’s frivolous fidgeting isn’t the only thing telling her a tot’s tummy needs to be further filled. “Someone’s ready for their bottle, huh?” Avery says in a sweet sing-song voice as she takes the bottle out and moves toward the toddler. “Baba! Baba!” Emmett babbles the moment it’s out of the microwave, the Eevee’s enthusiasm amplified by even more boisterous banging. His caretaker getting closer and closer, holding that enticing elixir in her hands, the diaper-clad kid doesn’t downplay his desire as he makes grabby hands at the clear container, his eyes widening at the white liquid inside. “Gimme! Gimme!” Because he can’t help being a needy baby boy, as Avery briefly sets the bottle on the counter, Emmett’s excitement starts shifting to impatience, now feeling a lot more confined in the comforts of his highchair. But, the little one has little reason to worry, for as he’ll soon remember, this slight delay is solely a set up to another fun facet of the feeding experience, to the bonding time the bottle bestows. “Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart!” Avery says to the tot, a kiss on the cheek confirming the affection to come. “Weeeeeehehehe!” And so, Emmett’s patience pays off as he’s lifted high out of his high chair, enjoying this sky-high thrill ride while his tail swiftly swishes from side to side. Although there’s his love of all the fun before the feeding that follows, there’s still so much love to spare, for what love is more lovely than that between parent and child? With her arms fully outstretched, for a few seconds there’s simply near silence and wide smiles as Avery stares into her son’s brown eyes beaming with blissful innocence, all while the little boy looks into his mother’s lovely light blues amidst playfully kicking his feet in her gentle grasp. “Babababa! Hehehehe!” As adorable babbling and giggling break any semblance of silence, it’s clear Avery’s content to stare at her son’s sweet face for all of time. But, even as solely a few feet set them apart, she can’t afford such separation for long. NUZZLE! NUZZLE! NUZZLE! Quick to pull her kid close, Emmett’s gleeful giggles are like an eloquent love language to the Audino as she nuzzles his cheek, all while her embrace is like a cozy blanket to the baby boy as her cheek softly brushes his furry face. “Now then, let’s put some more yummies in that tummy!” Avery announces with the playful potency of poetry as she picks the bottle back up. With Emmett resting on her right shoulder, such affectionate action segueing to the main attraction, the mother now makes her way to the couch where it will commence. POOF! Avery then sits on the soft seat with a satisfied sigh, but not even that compares to the kid’s consummate comfort as he’s cuddled close to the caretaker’s chest, her right arm now a cradle for the baby boy as he rests on his back. Frivolously kicking his feet as he looks up at the smiling mother, it’s truly amazing that the toddler can be both teeming with excitement and feeling so relaxed as the feeding is seconds away from starting. “Here it comes, sweetie!” Closer, closer, and closer does the bottle get. Wider and wider do the Eeeve’s eyes become as the waiting approaches its end. The nipple now nearing his mouth, Emmett continues to kick his feet up and down, yearning for those milky moments to finally manifest until… “Mmmmm…..” His snappy movements slowing down, his excitement and elation smoothly shift to contentment and relaxation, a simple sigh being all the boy needs to show his satisfaction. The milk now makes its warm welcome, its creamy taste caressing the tot’s taste buds, filling his mouth with satisfying sweetness while the rhythmic sounds of suckling supplement this soothing scene. “Good boy…good boy…” While the white liquid fluidly flows like a river, Avery adds encouraging words as she starts to slowly rock her right arm. Back….and forth…..back….and forth…back….and forth. With the arrival of another relaxing rhythm, it’s like the little boy is lounging in a hammock, enjoying this luxury of little kid life, this caring and carefree consumption as the bottle swiftly empties itself. “Aaaaah…” Finished in less than a minute, his tummy officially full, Emmett exhales another satisfied sigh. And yet, even with all of these extraordinary events, the feeding experience still hasn’t reached its grand finale, for there’s a much sillier reason the Eevee’s still smiling. After all, having finished his bottle so fast, Emmett’s bound to have some burps bottled up! “Well, weren’t you hungry?” Avery says as she affectionately nuzzles his cheek again, eliciting more gleeful giggles from the boy. “But, I’m sure there’s still something in there!” she aptly acknowledges as she stands back up. Feeling all the more relaxed as he rests on the Audino’s shoulder, breathing yet another content sigh while his body satisfyingly slumps over it, so begins the burping process, the penultimate part of Emmett’s experience. Pat…Pat…Pat… With pats flawlessly threading the line between firm and gentle, the Eevee’s smile widens as he notices something slowly coming back up, feeling like his mommy is giving him the best back massage. Pat…Pat…Pat…Bounce…Bounce…Bounce… Avery then adds some light bouncing as well, knowing that’ll better the odds of getting a burp out of her boy. His tail shaking in satisfaction, Emmett is more than happy with this arrangement, his massage now even more enjoyable while his body basks in bouncy bliss. Although he’s now on the brink of burping, there’s a part of him that wants to keep it in for a little longer, so long as it means more bounces and back pats, but it’s only a matter of time until… BUUUUUUUUURP!!! There it is! Letting out a loud and long belch, after feeling the relief from all that buildup, the boy immediately bursts out laughing, finding such sporadic sounds nothing short of silly. His cuteness so contagious, even the mature mother admits amusement to such bodily outbursts as she lets out a hearty laugh. “Woah! Excuse you, Emmett!” Avery says with an affirming pat on the back. But, because her efforts didn’t empty everything, such pats only prompt something much messier. BUUUUUUUURP!!! SPLAT!!! After another boisterous burp, the toddler spits up right on her shoulder, eliciting surprise from the two Normal-types. Naturally, Emmett’s surprise is the first to fade as his face shifts to a silly smile, not only humored by the spontaneity of spitting up, but also appreciating how it allows the taste of milk to further linger in his mouth. For Avery, it’s certainly a shock her son just did something more in line with infants, but such surprise simply subsides with a laugh, conceding messiness is a constant for all diaper-clad kids. “Woah! Guess you’re not empty yet, Emmett!” Avery adds. But unbeknownst to the Audino, she’s more on the mark than she thinks, for as she wipes the spit up off her shoulder, she’ll soon realize that she’ll have something else to wipe. “Mmmmmph….mmmmmph…” Instead of a buildup from above, it’s a buildup from below as Emmett feels a potent pressure in his bowels, and in this only instance of immense effort, the Eevee promptly pushes and grunts as his tail hikes up. PFFFFFFFFT!…PBLAAAAAAAART!!…SLUMP!!! More crude sounds commence as a big boom boom follows the boy’s big burp, with several solids swiftly dumping into his diaper as it slumps past his feet. “Aaaaaah…” For Emmett, the sudden stinky prompts more pronounced relief as another sigh follows suit, feeling like another weight has been lifted off his shoulders while his smile widens. “Oh?” For Avery, the foul stench prompts prominently more surprise as she suddenly feels more weight on her shoulder, shocked to find her son’s spit up followed by a smellier surprise. Pat…Pat…Pat From the boy’s boisterous burps to his doubly boisterous bowel movements, from the mother patting his back to patting his bottom, the several protrusions prove the tot had a lot to push into his pampers. And yet, even amidst her son further cementing messiness as a constant, even with a pile of poo poo present in his pants, all she lets out is another laugh, knowing that spit up and stinkies are simply staples of babyhood. “Phew! That’s a big stinky, buddy!” she playfully says as she gives his padded posterior another playful pat, prompting more silly laughter from mother and son. In more ways than one, Emmett’s feeding experience ends with a boom as he’s laid down on the living room’s carpeted floors and waits for his caretaker to collect the changing supplies. Lounging around with a full tummy and a full diaper, still sporting a silly smile as spit up slides down his chin, such messy mannerisms only solidify the beauty of babyhood, the life of bottles, burps, and bliss. End