A Very McNulty Birthday
"They can't play with us," Timmy said sternly. "They're girls and girls got cooties!" He wiggled his fingers. "So they can't play caveman with us!"
"Timmy…" his mom said, having overhead that because what kind of mother throws a birthday party for her child and then just leaves him and his brothers alone in a room… with bats… and babies with very soft heads? "Girls don't have cooties."
"Yes they do!" Timmy declared.
But his mom shook his head. "Timmy, these are your guests. You need to be nice to them."
"But I wanna play cavemen and bop babies on the head!"
"We don't do that and we don't exclude." She turned to Didi and Betty. "Can you watch everyone for a moment, I want to talk to Timmy. Then we'll get the movie started for the kids."
Meanwhile, in the womb, Dil considered what he'd heard about bopping babies with things and decided this was the greatest idea ever.
"Angelica, Susie?" Tommy asked. "What are cooties?"
Angelica huffed. "Somethin' stupid babies made up so they don't have to play with girls."
"But, uh, we play with you guys all the time! Why wouldn't someone want to play with girls?"
That caused Angelica to smile. "Well Tommy, its quite simple: they are dumb babies and you are actually trying to be a cool big kid."
"…really?" Tommy said in wonder.
"Don't get your diaper in a twist, you have a ways to go!" Angelica warned him. But Tommy was focused on yet more proof he was a big boy.