A/N: It seems we have lots of summer birthdays ^.^ Happy birthday Anjelicious!
Very late this evening, work has been crazy lately. My apologies Onyx, yet another one not quite 100.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, not even their younger versions (and is Colin great as young Sammy or what? Such a cute kid!)
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"Gun eat meh."
"What?"
"Toiyet. Gunna eat meh."
"The toilet isn't going to eat you, Sammy." Dean understands-everything looks big to a two-year-old. He also understands that pull-ups are expensive. "It's just like your potty chair, for big boys. Are you a big boy?" Sam nods furiously, climbing up with Dean helping him balance.
"Good job." Dean offers the toilet paper roll. Sam promptly unwinds half, then throws it at his brother's head. Dean sputters. This means war.
By the time John arrives, the bathroom is carpeted white and occupied by a pair of giggling two-ply mummies.
"Daddy! I flush, wen' bye-bye! Big boy!"
John smiles, doesn't lecture them on the proper use of toilet paper.
