[shotytime]

Mom's words felt warm. Though Matthew tried to avoid eye contact, he blushed a bit with a half smile. "M-m-mom please don't say that ....... I"'m not going to make a puddle. Please, I'm a grown man!" Matthew tried to brush it away an focus on eating. He noticed that the knife and fork at his setting in the table were of the toddler variety. Rounded edges to prevent any actual cutting. His plate was also a froggy plate with the mustard and friles in separate little compartment. Unbeknownst to him, this was his dad's handy work. "What the when di-?"

Matthew didn't have time to be on that train of thought however. As his show was beginning. He actually chuckled seeing his little sister carry in the large bag of refuse. His mom defending him felt devine, yet humiliating as the same time. Still having one over on his sister he decided to lean into it. "Yeeeaaahhh, mommy says I gotta stay near the potty right mommy?" He smiled at her brightly for the first time in years.