You were John Lennon's kid. John often took you with him to the studio, he let you try out the instruments and listen to the recordings of songs. He wanted you to explore the music genre, and you seemed to like it. Ofcourse, coming into the studio so often with him made you acquainted with the other Beatles aswell. They sometimes looked after you when John or Yoko didn't have the time, they watched you grow up and helped raise you — they were like uncles to you.

Today was another one of those days where John and Yoko couldn't look after you, so Paul took it upon him to babysit you.

Linda was out getting groceries for lunch, and Paul was getting out ingredients and putting them on the counter to make bread, with your help ofcourse. "Alright, sweet pea. You ready to bake some bread?" He asked, smiling down at you as he folded his sleeves to his elbows.