Collin woke up in the crib in a wet diaper. He had began to grow accustomed to being a toddler, so he began to cry. Soon afterward, he began to here crying from his room. 'Dear god,' he thought. He worked his tiny hands around the lock and eventually worked it open. He rolled out of his crib and onto the floor, then half toddled half cralled into his room, finding his girlfriend's clothes strewn across his bed. "Mindi?" he said in a very babyish voice. He then saw his girlfriend's squishy form work it's way to the edge of the bed. "Cowwin?" said a very high-pitched voice. "Is dat you?"
"Ya. Wut happened?"
"Wutever happened to you, I guess," replied Miranda. "Wut do we do?"