"You seem a liiiittle bit cranky, don't you?" Taking a pacifier out of the drawer of the changing table, Megan soon popped it into her son's mouth.
"Mom, I shouldn't be wea-MMPH!" As soon as the little plastic object was in his mouth, Mikey was silenced. He was still very upset, but he got to sucking on it that very instant. Actually, the pacifier made him feel a bit better. Sucking away, he held still while his mom wiped his tears away.
"There's my baby..." Kissing Mikey on the cheek, she helped him off the changing table, patting his rear end, "Now why don't you play with your brother and I'll get you both something to drink, okay?"
Wanting to protest, but too upset and confused, Mikey plopped his bottom down onto the floor. What was going on? Why was his mom doing this?
Soon enough though, she came back, holding a little bottle of milk for him. She had to pull his pacifier out, but she soon put the nipple bottle in its place. Mikey turned bright red, but soon got to sucking on it anyway.
"There, bet you feel nice now that you're drinking," cooed out Megan. From the side of the couch, Mikey heard a little snicker, causing Megan to scold, "Brandon, don't laugh at your brother!"
"Hehe... 'Kay, Mommy!"
Mikey turned all the redder as Brandon skipped up to him, hugging him tight while he was drinking. Suddenly Mikey became painfully aware his toddler-brother was wearing training pants, while the only article of clothing on his body was a big, puffy diaper with little images of Barny dancing over his butt.
"Isn't it great, Mikey?" whispered Brandon so their mom couldn't hear. "Now my wish came twue!?"
"Wish?!" Outraged, Mikey pulled the bottle out of his mouth, leaving some milk trickling down his chin and dabbling onto his bare chest, "Wh-What wish?!"