"Hehehe..." Brandon giggled out behind his hands, "Mikey was bein' a stupid-head, 'cause he wouldn't pway wif' me."
"Hey!" Frowning, Mikey glared at the toddler, "Look, Brandon, I'm an adult, I sometimes want to hang out with other adults! That doesn't necessarily mean I don't like you." Sucking on his bottle again, and then dribbling more milk down his chin, he announced, "I shouldn't be wearing diapers!"
"But diapies make ya look cute!" snickered out Brandon. Standing up so he showed off his training pants, the little boy grabbed a tissue and wiped his big brother's face, "Hehe... So I wished ya were a little kid like me! It kinda came twue, since you's actin' wike a baby an' mommy's tweatin' ya wike one, but guess ya got a widdew smaller 'den me."
Growling, Mikey stood up as well, his big puffy diaper on full display, "You wished for me to be like this!"
"Erm..." Wow, Mikey was way bigger then him... Feeling nervous, Brandon stepped back, "Uh... Y-Yeah..."
"I HATE YOU!"
Without warning, Mikey fell down to the floor, lying prone on his stomach and flailing his limps around. His fists slammed hard against the carpet, feet flying back and forth in the air above him as tears began to run down his face, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Brandon, you're a meanie! I hate you! I dun wanna be a baby!"