Michael Kelso was often found at the Foreman's house. He considered Kitty and Red parents since his family was so big. He could always rely on them when he needed them, even if Red threatened him quite often. It gave him a sense of relief knowing they where there for him. He found, however, that since he became a father, he didn't rely on other people as often. But every once in a while, he still needed help.
Walking through the glass doors that belonged to the Foreman's kitchen, Kelso spotted Kitty making her famous cookies.
"How's Nana Foreman?" He asked as he set his crying daughter down on the kitchen table in her car seat, a hint of hopefulness in his voice. He hoped she would help him because he was out of ideas. Kitty turned around and smiled at the boy she had long deemed her family, but she knew he was trying to get her to help him because of his tone of voice and the fact that Betsy was crying. Ignoring her instinct to take the baby and shoo poor Michael downstairs, she offered him a cookie that had just come out of the oven. He gladly took it and stuffed it into his mouth.
"How's the baby?" Kitty asked as she walked over to the crying baby and peeked into her car seat.
"I can't get her to stop crying," Kelso said, stating the obvious. Without saying another word, Kitty unstrapped Betsy from her seat and picked her up, softly rocking her back and forth. She started quieting down and Michael looked at the motherly figure standing next to him with surprise.
"How'd you do that?" He asked. He stood behind Kitty and looked over her shoulder, though he could have easily stood directly behind her and looked over her head because of how much taller he was than her. Kitty gave her famous laugh.
"I have two kids, honey," Kitty responded as she craned her neck to look at Kelso. "Go downstairs and let me watch her, sweetie," she said as she cupped Michael's face lovingly with one of her hands and rubbed a calloused thumb against his cheek. She could tell he was tired and had no idea what he was doing. Michael practically yelped in excitement and hugged her tightly from behind.
"Thank you," he said as he rushed down the basement stairs before Kitty could get Betsy's diaper bag.
"What are we going to do with him?" Kitty asked as she looked at where Kelso ran off to and laughed. Kitty then continued with her baking with Betsy in her arms and soon realized that the reason she was crying was because she had a dirty diaper.
"You need a diaper change, don't you, sweetie?" Kitty asked in her baby voice, making her way down to the basement. When she made it down the stairs, she looked at the kids in the room and spotted Michael. "Michael, honey, she needs a diaper change. That's why she wouldn't stop crying," she said as she walked over to Michael and grabbed the diaper bag he had brought. She then walked to the freezer and changed the baby she was holding on top of it. Michael and Fez both walked over and watched.
"How'd you know she needed a diaper change, Mrs. Kitty?" Fez asked.
"What is it with you boys?" Kitty asked when she finished and picked up the baby. "I did have two kids of my own. One of them being Eric," she said jokingly.
"OOH," Kelso said loudly. "BURN!" He said before laughing. Eric blushed when everyone laughed and Hyde punched Michael in the arm.
When the laughter died down, Kitty asked, "I take it I'm watching the baby for the afternoon?" There was a hint of hope in her voice that everyone picked up on.
"Yes," everyone said in unison, other things on their mind as well. Kitty laughed happily before walking back upstairs.
"Man, Eric," Hyde said when he heard the door close. "I think we might be hearing about giving her more grandkids for a couple of weeks."
"You have to admit, though," Donna butted in. "She looked so happy with that baby in her arms." The entire circle agreed and went on to their normal circle things.
