"You're treating me like I'm your 50s housewife. Knock it off." Meg said as she began cooking.

Chris then decided to go back to watching TV. He chose some more grown-up shows. Occasionally, he would look back to make sure that Meg is still in the kitchen.

In no time Meg had both of their plates set up with one burger, one hot dog, fries and condiments with drinks at the table. As she finished she failed at holding it as she flooded her diaper. Her face was red with embarrassment but she gathered herself and waddled back to Chris. She crossed her arms and pouted. "Your dinner is ready, sir." She said in an annoyed sarcastic tone.

"Great." Chris said excitedly. "Looks like you were not able to hold it, and you claimed that you are potty-trained!" Chris giggled while squishing Meg's diaper. Then, he washed his hands and took the plates to the table. He poured himself some orange juice and poured Meg some prune juice. "Come sit here!"

Meg cringed and shivered when her diaper was squished. "That only happened because you wouldn't let me use the toilet!" She said. Reluctantly she sat down at the table with Chris and began eating her dinner.

"If you were potty-trained, you would have been able to hold it in until you were done with cooking." Chris said before taking a bite of his food.

Meh just rolled her eyes and ate her food. It didn't take her long to finish the entire plate, and cup of prune juice. She then began to clean up her mess.

"Now, go wash the dishes."

"I'm already washing them. Stop talking down to me." Meg said as she continued cleaning.

"Good" Chris said, relaxing on the couch.