Three children stand around a blanket, on which lies a baby.
Their toes stroke the satin edges as they watch the squirming, pink bundle, wriggle like a beetle on its back.
“We should get some toys,” says Mel, the eldest. Fetching a small yellow ball, he rolls it across the blanket to the baby. A pudgy hand grabs inexpertly for the toy.
“How about some milk,” says Cas, crawling across the blanket and offering the baby her bottle.
“What’s that smell?” says Zar, holding his nose. Running away, he quickly returns with scented wipes saying, “The baby’s done a poo!”