Baking Dil
Dil frowned as he watched his daddy pour some colorful goo into a small pan.
He was used to his routine. He got up, got a diapee change, went downstairs to eat, watched Tommy play (sometimes was able to get his brother to actually include him which was always fun!), another diapee change, another bottle, nap, more play, lunch, another diapee change, nap, diapee change, play some more, another bottle, nap, diapee change, dinner, play, diapee change, sleep. It was very simple and easy.
(the only change had been for a few days when he'd been at the hopsickle, getting nutrients after pooping himself so much that he'd lost 10 pounds.)
So he wasn't delighted at all that his daddy had taken him and his brother down to the under the house house and told them to be quiet. And then he was getting weird goo?
"Tommy, Tommy!" he protested, demanding his brother answer all his questions.
"Shhh, Dil!" Tommy said insistently. "We don't wanna ruin mommy's surprise!"
"Mama?" Dil looked about and , when he didn't see his mother, glowered at his brother. "No mama!"
"That's right, Dil!" Tommy said happily, not understanding. "We're making a gift for mommy to show her we love her!"
Dil considered that. He… did love mommy. She gave him cuddles and bottles and removed his stinky diapees and sang songs and had held his hand in the hopsickle…
"Okay guys," Stu said, walking over. "Lets get you all set up." He first picked Tommy up and removed his blue shirt and his tan pants, leaving him in just a diapee. He then did the same for Dil, which relaly confused him because the only time he was only in a diapee was when it was really warm out and the under the house house was cool. But then his daddy brought over a tray of blue goo and a white cup. "Tommy, want to show Dil what to do?"
Tommy giggled and nodded and allowed his daddy to put his hands in the blue goo then press them against the mug. Dil's eyes went wide when Tommy pulled away and left blue handsies marks on the mug!
Then his daddy did the same with Dil, the baby doing his best not to squirm as he made his own marks. Of course when his daddy turned away Dil began to smear the paint on his chest but his daddy merely sighed and said they'd have to clean up anyway.
Dil wasn't thrilled with the bath he got but it was in the sink so that was nice. He didn't want to go in the big ocean like Tommy.
And Dil WAS thrilled when a few days later he and Tommy got to give their mommy her new mug and she hugged and kissed them both.