“Rainbow sparkle cursive,” Sadie said immediately.
“Black block letters,” Blake countered.
“White background. Rainbow lettering,” Danny suggested. “That way no one fights, and I don’t have to referee.”
Sadie leaned over, bumping his shoulder. “Look at you being all grown-up for a Little.”
“Brat Level: Expert,” Blake muttered under his breath, typing it out as their next design.
“Oh! ‘Sparkle Gremlin On Duty’!” Sadie bounced on her seat. “We can put it on the crayon bin!”
“Also ‘Mood: Feral Unicorn’,” Georgie added. “That’s for Blake. Obviously.”
Blake beamed.
The ideas poured out faster than the machine could process.
“‘Nap-Ready and Unashamed’,” Sadie called out.
“‘Sugar High, Morals Low’.” Danny bounced with excitement.
“‘Licensed to Brat’.” Sadie smirked.
Blake arched an eyebrow. “‘ Time-Out? Worth It’.”
Sadie clapped her hands. “‘Yes, I’m a Handful. That’s the Point’.”
Georgie didn’t participate in the tossing lines back and forth but doodled tiny cartoons.
A pacifier with a crown, tape over a mouth with the text ‘problem solver’. A smirking fox, a stick figure with a paddle, poop with a halo, and a cute unicorn figure with sunglasses.
Wow!
Within minutes, they were laughing so hard that Danny had to press his face into his arms. “Stop, stop, Sadie... I can’t! My tummy hurts…”
“I’m gonna pee,” she wailed, legs crossed tight as she gasped through a fit of giggles. “Someone! Make him stop!”
Danny could barely breathe, tears streaking his cheeks as he waved one hand. “‘Contents May Be Loud’!” he crowed. “That’s going on you, Sadie!”
“Put ‘Fragile: Handle with Care (and Candy)’ on Danny.” Sadie cackled. “But you’re not fragile, just... snuggle-powered.”
Georgie was the first to get a real sheet to print. She fed the sticker paper into the machine and then watched in horror as the entire thing jammed and spewed wrinkled nonsense across the rollers.
Sadie clapped. “The first pancake always sucks. Try again!”
While the next batch printed, they debated what to put where.
“Master Derek’s office gets ‘Beware of the Sadist –Do Not Cross’,” Blake declared.
“Littles aren’t supposed to know about sadists,” Danny reminded him.
“So, we cross it out and write ‘Probably Just Tired underneath’,” Georgie offered.
“Oohh.” Sadie clapped her hands before frowning at the glitter glue she now had over her both her palms. “Let’s put ‘I Have No Regrets (Yet)’ on Daddy’s paddles.”
“Good one!” Blake nodded approvingly before handing Sadie a wet wipe. “We can put ‘Spank Bank Headquarters’ on the paddling bench!”
Georgie perked up. “Can we sneak one onto the therapy office?”
