To Snatch a Book

Biting his lip in slight shame, Kirk slipped out from under his covers. Thank goodness he still had all those ninja skills, or he might risk waking up Robin. And having his little broher wake up to see him poopy would be a whole new relm of embarrassment for him. But even slinking around the shadows in his new ninjay style, Kirk had to deal with his waste pushing against his body thanks to the sleeper, which was torment enough.

With his face red underneath his mask, the boy managed to get his way into the hall, looking back and forth to find the bathroom. He just needed to get there, then he could take off his sleeper, get rid of the bad diaper, and then clean himself up. Simple as that. Silent as a shadow, the boy began heading down the chamber when two voices caught his ears.

"Man, babysitting's easy."

"Hehe... Yeah, no wonder Anne likes doing it so much."

The turncoats! Now ever more angry, Kirk peeked around the corner. It seemed the four-year-old self-appointed sitters were coloring in the living room at the moment. The spellbook lay several feet away from where they did.