A/N: Another idea from my lovely reviewers ^^

Chapter Plot: One of the hassles of being a parent is keeping your child clean and fed.

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P.S: Remember Peabody's neighbor in 'Dog Days'? I am thinking of including her in a couple of chapters but only if you guys want me to. These chapters may include:

Guide to Censorship, That Crazy Neighbor, and Play Date.

He could not understand it. The food wasn't poison and was designed to be virtually tasteless, and when his boy was avoiding it like it was the plague. So far Sherman had done everything and anything to avoid the food from getting to his mouth. This including; Covering his mouth, slapping the spoon away, and then throwing the bowl onto the floor. At one point he even used the plastic tray on his high-chair as a shield. This of course, all resulted in a very large mess on both the floor and on the baby.

"Come on, Peabody. You are a genius." The dog spoke to himself as he set the jar of baby food onto the kitchen counter. "Surely you can think of some way to feed a baby."

At that moment, he suddenly found himself blinded by a mash of green and orange, which he soon recognized to be peas and carrots. Which in all honesty, he never thought that was that bad when he was a pup. This got him to thinking and as he took off his glasses to clean them, he began to think back to his childhood and began to search for an answer. He remembered his mother feeding him (Or at least trying to get him to eat from a dog bowl), and just like Sherman, he had been unsure at first. That is, until he saw his mother eating the food as well.

'Ugh... The things I do for this boy.' Peabody thought as he took another spoon full of baby food. "Like this Sherman."

Sherman watched in interest now. The dog hesitantly brought the spoon of food to his own mouth and cringed as he forced himself to eat the mush, though to the baby it just looked like eating. Meanwhile, Peabody was now rethinking everything he had thought earlier. The must was cold and bitter and tasted like artificial lemon powder. Not wanting to swallow it, he promptly walked over to sink, and proceeded to wash his mouth out with soap. An immature action to him was also a moment of desperation to get that taste as far away from his mouth as possible.

"They expect us to feed this to our children! No wonder he didn't want it!" He ranted to himself as he spit back into the sink, only turning around once when he heard Sherman laughing at his misery.

Frowning, he made a mental note to purchase a food processor and make all of Sherman's baby foods from now on. That would have to come later though, because he now saw what a mess the food had made of not only his kitchen but also of his baby. With a sigh, he figured it was time for Sherman's back and turned to the sink again. Then, he put the plug in it (after rinsing it of course) and began to fill it up with warm water.

"Come on, Sherman. Bath time." He announced as he lifted the baby out of the chair and brought him over to the sink.

"No!" The ginger boy frowned and kicked a little.

One thing he seemed to hate more than feeding time was bath time, and that was just fine with Peabody because the baby didn't get much a say in things anyway. So, despite Sherman's protests, he still found himself in the tub with soap bubbles in his hair. After this several cups of water were used to wash out the bubbles as well as anything on his face and body. He pouted and splashed water out as his adoptive father in an attempt to get back at him. This however, did nothing to phase the dog, who instead pulled out a rubber ducky from the cupboard and gave it to the baby to play with.

"No." Sherman said again, throwing the duck at Peabody.

It bounced off of his head and hit the floor with an annoying squeak. Regardless, the dog picked it up and plopped it back into the water. While still keeping an eye on Sherman, he took this chance to clean up some of the mess on the floor and the plastic try to the high chair. These were cleaned off with a damp rag which then found its place in the hamper. When this was done, the dog took another towel which had been placed on the counter earlier and used it to get the baby out of the tub.

"There, now was that so bad?" He cooed, smiling softly at his small child as he turned on his heels and made his way to the nursery.

A short sleeved, white onesie hung on a hook on the outside of the door. It was snatched up and taken in when the father and son entered the room. Upon entering, it was straight over to the changing table for a clean diaper for Sherman. There was just one problem though and that was the diaper that was chosen was a cloth one which required safety pins instead of just slipping on. Call the dog old fashioned, but he felt that cloth ones were far more covenant, even if they were difficult to put on.

"Hold still, Sherman." The dog as he attempted to pin the cloth together without pinning the baby.

Sherman though, began to make it a game of kicking the dog in the hand whenever he came close. This was either due to the child's fear of needles or his grudge about the bath and food. What ever the reason, the dog tried and failed yet again to get the diaper on.

"Sherman. If you don't stop then I'm going to have to do something that neither of us want to do." He said calmly to the child, hoping he would understand.

Trying again, the baby kicked the safety pin clear out of his hand that time and it promptly landed in a nearby garbage can. Taking this as a sign, Peabody rubbed his temple and decided to resort to desperate measures. So within half an hour, Sherman was in his crib for a nap. He wore a white, sleeveless onesie, and a diaper... Held together by duct tape. His adopted father watched him from his spot in the doorway, only to turn promptly on his heels to face the mess that was still in the kitchen. This included the first diaper/onesie, the wash cloth, the sink, the kitchen floor, and the dishes.

"I hear its not as bad when he turns two." Peabody muttered to himself, walking over to the sink, and getting to work on cleaning.