Baby Ritchie had already sucked down three bottles of milk when he started to feel the pressure on his tiny bladder, but he didn't want to stop playing with his Legos just to go pee pee.
"Uh oh! Does Ritchie need a wee wee break?" Paul cooed.
"Not uh! Me keep playing!" he snapped, arms crossed.
"Ritchie, I don't think that's a good idea. You're extremely wiggly."
"I big boy! I hold it!"
"Have it your way," and he went over to the couch to read a magazine.
Ringo, however, was really starting to regret his decision. The pressure was growing rapidly, but he just had to show his daddy that he could hold it.
"Ritchie, are you okay?" John asked when he heard the boy's groans.
"Need. Potty. So. Bad!!"
"Want me to take you?"
"I. I. Hold. It."
"If you be a good boy and go wee wee in your potty, I'll give you a pair of boxers."
"Really? Okay! I go wee wee!"
John knew that the boy wouldn't make it if he walked to the potty so, he carefully scooped him up in his arms and got to the potty, just in time.
"I done, Uncle Johnny!"
"Alright! Who's my big boy?" he teased, tickling the younger one's tummy.
"I the big boy!"
"That's right! Now, you get that silly baby nappy off, and I'll be back with a pair of boxer shorts for you."
"Okay! Thank you, Uncle Johnny."
"You're welcome," and he kissed his cheek.
Ritchie sat on his potty waiting for John to come back, but he just wasn't coming.
"Oh," he sighed, five minutes later.
A half hour went by and still no John and still no boxers.
He even stood up to wee thinking that that might help, but no such luck.
He started to wonder if John even remembered that he existed.
Let down, he grabbed a nappy, put it on, and went to sulk in his room.
"Oh my God! I forgot Ritchie's underwear!" John gasped when he heard the boy's sobs.
Feeling like a complete and total ass, he ran to Ritchie's room and knocked on his door.
"Come in."
"Ritchie, hey, I got something for you."
Then, his entire face lit up.
"You remember!"
"Yep! Pull your pants down and try these on."
"Can you help me take off nappy?"
"Of course!"
He regretted that as soon as he said it.
"No! No look!" he wimpered, covering his nappy with his fat hands.
"Want me to turn around until you're covered?"
Blushing, he nodded his head.
"I done!"
"Oh good, they fit you perfectly."
"I go play?"
