Chuckie's A Leftie
"Nothin' says potluck like my mom's famous lobster mac and cheese," Betty said.
"Well I think everyone's going to love my jello salad," Chas said.
"Are those tomatoes?" Didi asked, concerned.
"Actually no," Chas said proudly. "They are gelatin that has been made to look like tomatoes. Same with the carrots and broccoli. Kira and I did a cooking class when she last visited."
"When is she next coming?" Drew asked as Charlotte placed a brownie platter down, quietly apologizing for not making something but they had JUST gotten back for a week-long vacation.
"We were talking about next week."
"Getting rather serious, huh?" Drew said.
"Yeah," Chas said. "Kira is thinking about asking to put in a transfer so she can be closer by…"
Later on, the adults watched as Chuckie and Tommy drew pictures with each other.
"Oh, Chuckie is using his left hand," Didi said.
"Yeah, he's been switching on and off."
"You know what that means?" Charlotte asked.
"What?" Chas said, concerned.
"…nothing. He's just left handed." She shrugged.
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The creator's lip twitched in anger. "When my brother was in first grade a teacher saw he was left handed and FORCED him to write with his right hand. My mother didn't find out until it was too late so while he's a leftie he only writes with his right. While this didn't affect him greatly it COULD have messed with him for life. So to that piece of-"
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"Poopie!" Dil squealed in delight, filling his diaper. He didn't care if it was stinky for everyone, he thought it was funny! And people always noticed him afterwards!
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"-teacher, you're a piece of-"
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"Poopie?" Dil said again, confused he had to go again. His diaper was pretty full…
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"-like Charlotte for scaring Chas! That was-"
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"P-poopie!" Dil sobbed, not liking his dirty diapee anymore and wishing he'd stop crapping himself. It was leaking out now!
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"-of her to do the same thing to Chuckie. Furthermore those-"
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"Poopie…" Dil cried out, his onsie ballooning up with crap, forcing his arms and legs out.
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"-heads Stu and Drew! Mocking lefthanders? Who do you think you are you steaming piles of-"
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"p-p-poopie!" Dil wailed as the stink of his now crap-filled onsie made him feel faint, seams popping.
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"You good?" Melinda asked.
"Yeah… I'm good. How are things on Earth?"
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"Oh my god, Dil!" Didi screamed as she ran over to the 4 month old. His onsie has exploded leaving him wearing nothing but poop. "How'd this happen?"
"No… more… poopie," Dil whispered weakly.
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The creator tilted his head. "What's this-"
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"POOPIE!" Dil screamed in terror as he crapped himself again.
"Call an ambulance!" Didi cried out, holding Dil out as the adults ran about.
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"STOP SAYING SHIT!" Melinda pleaded.
The creator frowned. "Language, Melinda. This is a kid's show. Don't say-"
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"POOPIE!" Dil shrieked as he went again.
Author's Notes: You thought I was mellowing out towards the babies, but it was I, Dio!