Ray mumbled something that might have been “hi” between mouthfuls of cereal.

“Talkative today, huh?” She casually went out the backdoor and tossed the bag in a garbage can, then came back in and made herself some toast. “Are you getting dressed? You don’t want to wear pajamas all day.”

“Yes I do!” Ray said clearly this time, even turning away from the TV.

Trinna rolled her eyes as she finished her toast. “Let me rephrase. You don’t want to wear a wet diaper all day.”

Ray blushed and nodded. He was starting to feel a little clammy. “Okay…” He waddled to the kitchen and put his cereal bowl in the sink. As he did, his sister leaned down to feel his bottom. “Hey!”

“You’re pretty wet, kiddo. You better take a bath.”

He crossed his arms and tried to look defiant.

“Oh no you don’t. Who do you think’s getting blamed if you get a rash?”