You were Paul and Linda's 6 month old baby. The other Beatles, aside from Paul, sometimes babysat you, when Linda and Paul didn't have the time to look after you, and they cared lots for you. They were a bit like your uncles.

Currently, Linda was out. Paul was taking care of you for the day, he was a little worried that Linda wasn't at home and he had to take care of you all on his own — he wasn't sure what he'd do if you'd cry, that was usually Linda's field. She always knew what to do.

Luckily though it hadn't come to that yet, and he was currently feeding you breakfast. Pureed apples and strawberries, your favourite. He fed you another spoonful of the bowl, and some of the puree dripped on your shirt. "Whoops. Made a little bit of a mess, huh?" He said, and wiped the food off your shirt, smiling at you. You were so adorable.