Everyone was huddled around their table. Margaret, Colonel Potter, and Father Mulcahy were talking with the swamp men and fussing over the baby.
"Let me hold her, Pierce," Margaret said.
"No way! Finders keepers!" He exclaimed, patting the little girl's back.
Charles cleared his throat, "Ahem. If we're talking finders keepers, then I would believe it is my turn to hold her considering I found her."
Hawkeye glared at him, "Yeah, well you'll just have to wait."
Everyone looked up as Klinger walked up to the table holding a glove filled with milk. "I've got the powdered milk for the little lady."
Margaret grabbed the bulging glove from him. "Klinger, this looks absolutely ridiculous!"
Colonel Potter reached for it and gave it a squeeze. Out of a hole poked in one of the fingers came the white liquid. "Works like the real thing."
Margaret handed it over to Hawkeye, who held it up to the baby to suck on.
"Look at that! Yum yum yum!"
Potter shook his head and chuckled. "Amazing how one baby can turn a group of adults into bumbling idiots."
Margaret looked over to the Colonel. "Has she had a physical?"
He shook his head. "She should get one as soon as she's finished her breakfast."
"Sounds good, I'll do it," BJ said.
"I think I'm more qualified to, Hunnicutt, I'll do it," Charles responded.
"What are you talking about! I'm a dad, hence I'm the best choice!"
"Well I happen to be one of the finest pediatricians in Boston!"
"Would you two cut it out! She likes me the best, so I should do it!" Hawkeye added.
The Colonel rubbed his head as he tried to find the best solution. "Would you three can it! I'll do the physical."