Andlat's Story Spot

Liam smiled, feeling a warm glow as he finished what must've been his tenth watch-through of Luke's performance of the Reindeer Pokey from last December. He had zoomed in on Luke just to confirm his suspicions: Luke's blue and white Pull-ups peeked a few times, especially during his most vigorous butt waggles. Of course, Liam thought, if I wanted to see Lukey loo's Pull-ups... He looked down at Luke, who was sprawled on the floor, playing with Duplo, the LGMs from Toy Story on the butt of his Pull-ups. He sucked on his pacifier even as he noticed Liam watching him. "Come here, baby." Liam said, holding his arms out. Luke automatically grabbed Teddy before climbing into Liam's lap. Liam chuckled, hugging him close and kissing the top of his head. It was so interesting to him how the Luke in the video seemed so much more mature than Lukey on his lap, despite being a year younger and a few inches shorter. In the year since, Luke had grown enough that his blu...

“Alex, are you ready? Mark will be here soon.” “I know!” Alex called from the hall. “Oh, there you are.” “Yeah, I was coming al-” “Mark'll be here soon.” “I know.” He sighed. “Are you sure we can't cancel?” “Absolutely not!” Mom said. “We're going out dancing.” Her eyes seemed to sparkle at the very thought. “And you and Mark will have fun here.” “But why?” He had not had the heart to tell her half of what Mark had done to him. She didn't even seem to care all that much about what she had seen Mark do, saying again and again how nice it was that they were getting along. “It's only a few hours. We'll be back before nine. And, more importantly, it'll be good for you to spend time with a boy your age.” “I have friends, mom!” Alex protested. “You said I couldn't go over to Sam's house or Devin's or anyone's.” “Because Mark is nearly here.” She said. “His sweater is on the coffee table. I hope you thank him for bailing you out.” “That...

“Alex,” Mom said, poking her head into the living room. “Please go get dressed. I put your clothes on your bed.” “You gotta stop picking my clothes for me, mom.” “If I let you choose, I'd be back from the restaurant before you even had pants on.” Alex snorted, but part of him knew mom was right. It was easier to have her set clothes out for him, but he still felt an obligation to complain loudly about it. “I look like a dweeb!” He announced as soon as he was dressed. At least this time, it was a polo instead of a dorky sweater or something. "It's a nice restaurant. Go brush your hair, shaggy.” He stomped toward the bathroom. “Besides, I'm sure Mark will be dressed the same." She called after him. Mark was the primary reason Alex was so concerned about how he looked. Mark was his age, according to Mom, and the last thing he wanted was to look like a nerd or something in front of him. He sloppily brushed his hair and then returned to the living room for Mom’s in...