"TIIIMMMY!"
Timmy gasped, fearful that something which had slipped his mind was now begging this off-hour summons.
"The party" he thought.
Oh NO - he was supposed to go to some stupid baby showering. What was so great about a baby getting washed. How stooopid.
He took the toys and put them in his pocket, holding his hand over the outline to ensure that his mother wouldn't notice his attempt to bring toys to a boring event. "She's always trying to spoil my fun", he thought coldly.
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Later, after all was said and done, he had actually had a good time. A baby shower was just presents and no babies. What a relief. He had set up his toys, and played with them, and had cake.
As thanks, he decided to take some spare wrapping paper from a pile next to the sofa and folded it around a carefully selected army man. He put lots of tape on it, wrapped it up crudely (but cutely) with some of the curliest ribbon he could find, and wrote a ramshackle note saying "Tu beybee".
He waited until the final moments of the night to give it to the expectant mother, just before they were supposed to leave, and bounded out the door with a smile after receiving a quick peck on the cheek.
The army man would one day fight again, but not today or tomorrow. Timmy felt like a hero for sparing the poor army man from the embroiled battles that would soon unfold in the sandbox.
Night 2 BEGIN
