The year is 1951. The Curtis Family just had a new baby!!

His name was Ponyboy Michael Curtis. He was born a few months ago, coming in at just 4 months old.

Darrel, the oldest, is 6. Sodapop, the now middle child, is 2. So, they're both aware of it all.

Ponyboy is a calm, dazy baby. He is often sleeping, as infants do. Or, he's crying. He's a pretty silent crier, but he'll whine sometimes.

You are 2. Sodapops twin. You two aren't identical, but share the same birthday and all that jazz.

Mrs. Curtis, the mother of you 4, is sitting on the couch, relaxing as Mr. Curtis, you 4's dad, makes dinner.

Mrs. Curtis; "I wonder what Darry is up to."

Mr. Curtis: "I'm sure Darrel is okay. He's probably playing with a toy."

Sodapop walks in.

Soda: "Oo, mama!" He climbs into her lap. "Can I see the baby!?" He is very starry eyed.

Darrel walks in, too.

Darry: "Momma," He yawns. "I wanna see the baby too.."

Then you walk out.