As Mandy lethargically pushed the mop around the floor under the high chair, spreading the puddle rather than absorbing it, Heather threw a couple of old towels on the edges of the wet spot and dragged them through the liquid with her foot. The girls alternately cursed Kim and teased him as they collected the sopping towels and wrung the mop into the bucket. “We should have known better, Heather,” Mandy said. “Kim wasn’t just pretending to be a baby. He really is one. Kim is a hopelessly immature, drooling, pants-peeing, thumb-sucking high school baby,” she lectured. “Kim’s probably been a bed-wetter his whole life, too. I’m really surprised Kim was ever let out of diapers.”

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