A/N: @PTX_Pentaholic99 gave me this idea, too, so yeah. This girl is so full of ideas I envy her.

"Scott, we've been married for a while now, I think we're ready for this, babe!"

"You may be ready," Scott counters. "But I certainly am not."

"C'mon Scott! You love kids! And kids love you!" I begged.

I've been trying to convince Scott about adopting a child for a solid three weeks now.

We've talked about it before, and he always said, "Maybe someday."

Well, why can't someday be today?

Now that I think about it... I should've said that.

Anyway, back to our argument.

"Both are true, but I don't think I'm ready to give up my time and my sleep for a kid just yet." Scott replies. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the gym." He adds, grabbing his keys and heading for the door.

"Scottyyyy!" I cried melodramatically, reaching for him. But then, I slipped and instinctively tried to grab onto Scott for support, but I ended up pushing him off the front doorstep.

There was a sickening crack! and Scott lies on the ground, motionless.

"Scott!" I yelled, rushing to him. "Scott, speak to me."

Scott groans before sitting up. He looks at me, confused at first, then he beams like a little kid. "Daddy!" He squeals, opening his arms.

"Oh, no..." I muttered.

Scott clenches and unclenches his hands like a baby would do when it wants to be picked up.

"Daddyyyy!" He coos, giggling.

"No! Nooooo no no, I am not picking you up."

Scott gasps a little, then his arms slowly drops as he began to cry.

"No, Scotty, don't cry!" I said, sitting next to him. "It's just... you're taller than me, bigger than me, more muscular, physically dominant overall. You would be very hard to pick up. My short, petite body couldn't handle having that much weight on it, ya know?"

I looked at Scott after I finished talking and saw him plucking blades of grass from the ground.

I sighed. This was going to be really difficult.

~

I thought Scott was just pulling a prank on me and make me change my mind about adopting, but this whole mind-of-a-four-year-old thing lasted for three whole days after Scott hit his head.

It. Is driving me. Up the wall.

The contrast crying, the temper tantrums, the "Daddyyyy"s, it was all too much!

I finally called Kirstie.

"Hey, Mitch! What's up?" She says cheerfully after picking up the phone.

"I am questioning my will to live." I replied.

"Oh, Mitch, do I need to hire a therapist or something?" Kirstie coos, suddenly very somber.

"No, it's not like that, Kirst." I explained. "Scott hit his head the other day and ever since then he's been acting like a 4-year-old."

"Oh, my gosh, do we need to take him to the hospital?" Kirstie asks.

"I think we should. Just in case." I sighed.

"See you there?"

"See you there."

I hung up and called Scott's name.

"Daddy?" He calls back.

He was in the living room playing with his toys on the carpet. He made a vroooom! noise as he rolled the toy cars around.

"Scott," I began. Now I shall exercise a technique I read about in a parenting book. "We're gonna go for a ride!"

Scott gasps, leaping to his feet. "Really?! Where are we going, Daddy?"

Mitch shook his head. "It's a surprise!"

Scott frowns. "But I don't like surprises..."

"I'm not telling you. Let's get you all buckled up in the car." I replied, grabbing the keys and walking out the door, Scott at my heels.

Scott jogs so he could stand next to me then takes my hand.

I flinched, then squeezed his hand.

I opened the passenger side door and buckled him up.

I circled back around and climbed into the driver's seat.

Another downside to Scott aging backwards mentally, is that I've been having to change radio stations when a jam comes on to keep that little brain innocent as long as I can. Heaven knows how dirty it is when it's 23.

When I parked at the hospital parking lot, Scott frowned.

"That place is really big... And kinda scary... Why are we here, Daddy?"

"You're getting a check up." I replied, unbuckling him.

Scott gasps, then his lower lip starts trembling. "We're at the doctor's, aren't we, Daddy? I don't like the doctor..."

I had to drag him out of the car, but it was easy since his child-like mind didn't realize its body's physical capabilities.

Kirstie was in the lobby waiting for us.

Her eyes widened when she saw how Scott was acting.

"Holy crap you were telling the truth." She breathed.

"Why would I lie, Kirst?" I retorted.

Scott gasps loudly. "Mommy?"

"N-no, Scott, I'm--"

"Mommyyyyy!" Scott squeals running up to her and hugging her tightly.

"Okay..." Kirstie sighs, hugging him back.

Scott pulls away, jumping up and down and clapping his hands delightedly.

"Is... everything okay here?" The receptionist asks, eyeing Scott with a confused look.

"He hit his head and now he has the mind of a toddler." I explained.

The receptionist nods, typing my explanation. "What's his name?"

"Scott Grassi-Hoying, Grassi with an 'i.'" I replied.

The receptionist nods. "I'll make sure a doctor sees him right away."

I nodded. "Thank you."

I turn around and see Scott sitting on Kirstie's lap, his head on her chest and a contented smile on his face.

Kirstie, however, looked pretty pissed.

"You were right, Mitch." Kirstie admits gravely. "He is a pain..."

"Scott Grassi-Hoying?" A doctor calls.

Scott's head shot up. "That's me!" He cried. He jumps off Kirstie lap and runs up to the doctor.

"Follow me." The doctor says.

"Okay!" Scott chimes, skipping.

I shook my head, smiling a little.

~

Later, the doctor called us in so he could tell us Scott's test results.

I didn't understand half of what he was saying, but what I did understand is that Scott would have to stay overnight.

"Wait," Scott pipes up. "I have to spend the night here?"

The doctor turns to Scott. "I'm afraid so, son."

Tears welled up in Scott's eyes. "No!" He shrieked, shaking his head furiously. "I wanna go home with Daddy!"

I bit my lip. "Scotty, you have to stay here so you can get better." I said.

Scott's tears has escaped his eyes now. "No! No no no no no noooooooo!"

Now he was on the floor beating on the tile.

I kneeled by him. "Scott," I said softly, but my voice was lost in his shrieking.

Then a couple of nurses come in, one holding a needle.

"They're just sedating him," The doctor reassures when he sees my panicked expression.

I nodded.

The nurse sedates Scott and his yelling quiets down to sniffles.

I help lift him back up on the bed as he was falling asleep.

"Daddy, don't let them take me. Daddyyyy..." Scott slurs before he falls asleep.

I let out a sigh and leave the room with Kirstie.