"What's with you?" Tanner demanded once they exited the store.
Derrick, trying to balance his fussy little brother and the plastic shopping bag with the pull-ups, took a deep breath. "What do you mean?"
"That woman was my teacher," he said, horrified to admit the truth in front of his now-grown brother. "You told her..."
He stopped, reconsidering the main thrust of his argument.
"What?" Derrick asked.
Tanner pouted. "Never mind."
"Was it that I told her you had an accident?"
Tanner flushed again. "Yea," he said softly.
"Well, you did have an accident in your Underoos, and that was when you were bigger. You're a much smaller boy now."
"You had no wight!"
"I had no what?" Derrick asked, breaking into a wide grin.
Tanner balled his tiny hands into fists, but one look at his towering brother showed him the futility of physical resistance, especially when his precarious sense of balance and dexterity threatened to have him tumble onto his butt at any moment.
"Forget it," he said in a sullen tone.
"That's better," Derrick said. The walk toward home continued, with Tanner conspiring in silence of how to get his hands back on the Chronivac.