Paul squirmed in his seat. He wasn't feeling good, and now it was starting to pay.
"Are you okay, Macca?" John asked in a whisper.
"Oh yeah! I'm perfectly fine."
The others continued to laugh and joke around. George had even taken Paul's place in answering questions. But once the interview was through, precious Paulie felt really shitty.
"Johnny, are we there yet?" he asked ten minutes into their long ride back to the hotel.
"Not yet, Macca, what do you need?"
"I feel barfy."
"Oh Christ! Geo! Pull over! Paul's gonna get sick!"
***
Once they were back on the road, Macca continued to act like a little boy.
"Daddy Johnny, why do babies look like their parents?"
"Um, that's something you'll understand more when you get older."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Just because."
"Why are girls so noisy?"
"That's how they were made."
"How did we come into existence? Our first parents I mean."
"Um, uh, well..."
"You don't know?"
"No, Macca, I don't."
Paul continued to regress even more when they got home.
"Daddy! My tummy hurt!" he screamed.
"Daddy's taking a nap, Paulie, but I can take care of you," Ringo told him.
"Okay."
"Do you need to go potty?"
He nodded his head.
"Okay! Then I guess that's where we're going!"
But, Paul was stubborn.
"Me not want to," he snapped with his arms crossed.
"But you told me that you have to go."
"I wait for Daddy."
"Have it your way, Young Man," and he sat down on the couch to watch TV.
It didn't take long for the young one to realize his mistake. He wiggled and squirmed, but he refused to get up. He was going to wait for Daddy. Seriously, how long can someone take a nap for?
"Macca, are you sure you want to wait for Daddy? You seem like you really gotta go."
"I-I can wait! I a big boy!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay," and he also took a nap.
Poor Paulie thought his bladder was going to explode before he made it to a potty. So, he tapped Ringo's shoulder and asked to go pee pee.
"Of course! I'm glad you asked."
As much as it humiliated him, he gripped his crotch to avoid an accident.
"Uncle Ritchie, can you turn around?" he asked with a blush.
"Okay."
He struggled with his zipper as long as he could manage, but he started to feel the time running out.
"Uncle Ritchie! Help me!" he begged.
"Is your zipper stuck?"
He nodded his head.
"I can fix it!"
"I done now."
"Okay! Let's get your hands washed so we can go play."
"Uncle Ritchie, why is water so wet?"
"I'm honestly not sure."
"How come little boys have squeaky voices but big boys don't?"
"Your voice matures as you get older, but more so when you turn twelve or fourteen."
"Why?"
"That's when a lot of changes happen in boys and girls."
"Like what?"
"You'll see."
"But I wanna know!"
"You will."
"Please, Uncle Ritchie?"
"You'll find out. Are you hungry?"
"Not really."
"Do you want to play a game?"
"Not really."
"Movie?"
"I sleepy."
"Okay! I'll get some PJs for you."
"I not want PJs."
"Just your boxers?"
He nodded his head.
"It is pretty warm in here isn't it?"
"Yeah."
So they laid down on the couch, cuddled up close, never happier in all their life.
"I love you, Paulie," he murmured, kissing the boy on his lips.
"I love you to, Ritchie."
"Let's just stay here forever."
"I'd like that."
"Me to."
Merry Christmas, Macca!
