Page 66 of Learning to Change

“No, they’re waves because of the ocean.” Pointing to my bubbles and my animals, I frowned. “It’s dangerous to be in the ocean.”

It was so easy to just get eaten.

Tate grinned and grabbed the shark, making him swim toward my penis under the bubbles. “Yum. Yum. Yum.”

I laughed but Dean sucked in a breath. “Don’t let that shark eat his dick. That’s just… You can’t…”

Tate could.

Tate did.

And he laughed and laughed.

Dean didn’t like the shark eating me. “Okay, it’s time for a distraction. I have the snack ready.”

He was so cute…even Tate giggled as he watched Dean stomp out the door. “Daddy didn’t like that.”

He’d whispered, but I was sneaky and had very good hearing when I was paying attention…and he’d said Daddy.

Hmm.

“Alright, I pictured you more being the fisherman that you were for Halloween, but I guess this still goes with the ocean theme even if you’re encouraging mass murder…or maybe it’s some kind of genocide.” Dean frowned as he came back into the bathroom but he was amazing. “I don’t think it’s stupid, but it might be a bit over the top.”

“Ohhh…” My fisherman box. “Me. Me. I’m a fisherman. I’m…I’m a guide. Oops everyone’s dead but I still need a snack.”

Dean sighed and looked at me funny. “I have no idea what to say to that, but the internet keeps showing me these stupid snack boxes and I can’t get them to stop.”

“Because it’s amazing.” Wiggling up on my knees but being very, very careful, I leaned over and looked at Tate and even pretended he didn’t have the giggles. “Look. I got a snack box.”

“Hey.” Tate pretended to frown. “That’s a big enough snacklebox that I get some too.”

Now it was my turn to giggle and to be greedy because Dean set my fisherman box down and opened it all the way. “Fruit. Cheese. Crackers. All kinds of goodies.”

“Chocolate chips too.” Yay. The big ones. “And grapes.”

“Oh, I forgot we had that pepperoni.” Tate’s eyes got big and greedy as he took little meaty circles and crackers. “This is the best snack for killing off stupid people.”

“I’m not sure leaving you two unsupervised was a good idea.” Dean sat down on the closed toilet seat and looked like he wanted to tell us to be nicer. “Everyone is dead?”

Tate shrugged. “Survival of the fittest.”

“Yes. That.” Oh, I could do chocolate and a circle cracker and grapes.

“I’m not going to tell you how wrong that looks.” Dean couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to pout or groan. “But that looks disgusting.”

He was so silly…so I had to do it again.

Bathtime snacks were the best.

Chapter 19

Dean

They were bloodthirsty, but easily distracted, so the killing spree stopped once they charged into snack time. Once Joel was full, though, he started looking around and frowned at his flat bubbles that were on their last legs. “Oh, I need more.”

No.

“But we’ve got to play games and figure out something fun for dinner.” The snack would hold him over for a while but it wouldn’t last forever. “We’ve got all those new games, and now that we’re full and had a nap, I think it’s the best time to pick out one.”

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