Helpless Baby?

No smiles needed, no gurgles nor words. But she made a usually stoic grandfather smile and babble.
A little slurp, a call for attention, and a sleep-starved mother races to her side, offering a sore, cracked, bleeding nipple willingly into her searching mouth.
And for someone who doesn't even iron her clothes, i'm handwashing her tiny little garments, towels, wash cloth...

Whoever coined the term "helpless baby" has never met Glory. She has us doing things we'd normally not do, and she doesn't even have to ask. If anything's not to her satisfaction, she gives a dissatisfied "Eh!" and expects things to be righted.
"Presumptuous!" I thought, and proceeded to educate her. "Glory, say 'Mama, please may i have some milk'. Not 'Eh!' "
She says "Eh" anyway.
And i feed her anyway.
And then she looks so pleased and satisfied.

She's not helpless i tell ya. She knows what she wants and how to get it.
And strangely, i simply play along.
Somehow we all do.

Oh, the queen beckons again.