Widdle Wincoln

>After a few days, the Loud family had slowly come to tolerate "Widdle Wincoln," as he called himself now
>He now had a permanent spot at the kiddie table in a special highchair, since he constantly slammed his face on the table whenever he was forced to sit in a normal chair
>He subsisted on a diet of applesauce and other mushy foods, as "chicken nuggets are too hawd for widdle baby teef"
>Mr. and Mrs. Loud quietly hid their disgust and gave in to Lincoln's demands, telling themselves that this phase will eventually pass
>The younger Louds found it fun to have a new playmate who actually participates in their fun at the table, while the older ones tried to avoid him whenever possible
>Lori in particular was the most disgusted by this development, as she was placed in charge of changing Lincoln's diapers
>One day, after Lincoln made an especially foul mess and demanded Lori change him, she snapped
>"God dammit Lincoln! You're 11 years old, you need to stop shitting yourself!"
>"I'm not eweven, Lowi. I'm just a widdle baby"
>"Then I'll just have to treat you like one"
>Lori grabbed Lincoln's arm and threw him across her lap, spanking his ass and the shit-filled diaper covering it
>Lincoln cried, hoping that the noise would distract Lori from the sensation of his penis slowly hardening against the crinkly material of his diaper