"Listen, Ed. No throwing him around. You need to feed him about every two to three hours. And-"

Edward cut her off. "Yes, Win. I know all of this. Remember, I've done it before."

"When I was in the house! I'm worried!"

"We'll be fine, I promise." Ed tried to relax his wife by shifting their son in his arms. It didn't work.

"But Ed!"

"But Winry!" He mocked. "Just leave before you miss your train. We'll have loads of fun, right Maes?"

He just let out a soft snore.

"See!"

Winry gave him the patented You-Better-No-Screw-This-Up-Or-No-Nightly-Activities-For-You look. A second later, she relented. "Okay, okay! I'm leaving." She gave each of her boys a kiss and finally departed from the house. Edward sighed. Following that, he turned to lay Maes down.

A few hours later, Ed was startled by a loud wailing noise. Thinking something was wrong, he bolted to his son's room and over to the crib. Then he realized, 'Oh, crap. He needs something.'

After gently picking Maes up, Edward tried to think of what babies needed. The first thing that came to mind was milk. 'But he ate right before his nap,' Ed thought. It took him a minute to remember what else he had to do.

Change his diaper.

It was a miracle within itself that he could do it. It took him about fifteen minutes, but Ed was proud of his handiwork.

Until Winry got back.

"Why on Earth is my child's diaper on backwards?"