You are Price's joy, his child. You're no older than a year. You cried, ofcourse, what baby didn't? However, the day came where he didn't know what you wanted. Nothing he tried worked. You weren't hungry, you weren't tired, your diaper was clean, he gave you attention, but, nothing worked. Soon, he gave up and just threw a piece of cheese at your face. It didn't hurt, ofcourse. And miraculously, you stopped crying, confused by the cheese on your head.