III
"Awwww! Crap! I thought only boy babies could do that!" Bobby groaned, desperately squeezing his eyes shut and backing away from Bobbi's changing table. As he returned to the room with a damp cloth, Darien was struggling to keep his laughter to himself.
"I warned you man. This kid could write her name in the snow if she wanted to. That is if there *was* any snow in San Diego...."
"Just shut up and gimme the wash cloth!" Bobby growled, snatching the cloth from Darien's hand. As Bobby moved out of the way, Darien stepped in to complete the unfinished diapering job. Leaning in, he whispered conspiratorially to the smiling child.
"That's my girl, Bobbi. That'll teach your daddy to finish my left- over pork fried rice without even askin'."
Bobbi giggled and sent Darien an image of Hobbes' face immediately following the first squirt. The two began to laugh together as Bobby stomped out of the room, yelling over his shoulder that he was going to have to disinfect his face with bleach.
"Awwww! Crap! I thought only boy babies could do that!" Bobby groaned, desperately squeezing his eyes shut and backing away from Bobbi's changing table. As he returned to the room with a damp cloth, Darien was struggling to keep his laughter to himself.
"I warned you man. This kid could write her name in the snow if she wanted to. That is if there *was* any snow in San Diego...."
"Just shut up and gimme the wash cloth!" Bobby growled, snatching the cloth from Darien's hand. As Bobby moved out of the way, Darien stepped in to complete the unfinished diapering job. Leaning in, he whispered conspiratorially to the smiling child.
"That's my girl, Bobbi. That'll teach your daddy to finish my left- over pork fried rice without even askin'."
Bobbi giggled and sent Darien an image of Hobbes' face immediately following the first squirt. The two began to laugh together as Bobby stomped out of the room, yelling over his shoulder that he was going to have to disinfect his face with bleach.