Bill figured that his lawyer was terrible enough for the terrible twos. So he changed “7” to “2” and watched the lawyer shrink in size. He grinned at the sight of his lawyer toddling around the courtroom. He wondered how this was going to affect things, since two-year-olds couldn’t really talk.
As his lawyer squatted in a corner to fill up his diaper, Bill took out his phone and generated a new sentence. His jaw dropped. It read “The middle-aged man has adopted the two-year-old boy.” What? No! Bill didn’t want to have to take care of some diaper filling tot! He wanted someone else to be in charge of his former lawyer! His former lawyer toddled over to him and tugged on his pants.
“I poopy.”
“Gross,” Bill muttered. He generated a new sentence, desperate to get out of changing a diaper.
It read “Bill doesn’t want to change his new son’s messy diaper.”