The four of you were passing through a field of cows.

Tim was driving, Brian was next to him. You and Toby were in the backseat, with you being in your carseat.

You were their adoptive baby. Tim, Brian, and Toby were your dads.

You were a baby, only a few months old. You were sucking your pacifier, kicking your feet as you started getting fussy from the long drive.