Les hopped off the stares and into the kitchen, wearing a leather vest and a blue shirt under that.
"Oh my gosh, look at you." Mayer said from the couch.
"How's my breath?" he breathed in his face.
"Oooh, like flowers. How'd you do that?"
"I ate mommy's flowers."
Maher scrunched his face up.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"You're an older man, right?"
"Okay. Where is this going?"
"I have an older man coming over. His name is Tumbler, he likes cheese, and i'm in love with him."
"Really? Where is Tumbler from?"
"He's from down the hall. With Skittery. Do you think you could find some cheese and make yourself scarce?"
Mayer laughed quietly and the doorbell rang and Les' eyes widened.
"Too late, he's here. I'll g-g-g- i'll g-g-g-g-"
"Okay, okay, calm down. People like it when you're calm. Just take a deep breath, okay? And then open the door."
They walked towards the door, Mayer walking after his son.
"Can't wait to meet your older man."
He opened the door to reveal a boy, not much taller than him, his hair brown and wearing a purple long sleeved shirt, another purple shirt to top it, and was wearing dancing shoes with blue jeans that got along with his outfit.
"Hi, Leslie." he greeted.
"Hi, Tumbler." the boy greeted back. "This is my daddy."
"It's so nice to meet you, Tumbler."
"You got cheese? I like cheese."
He walked into the living room and Mayer closed the door after him.
"So i've heard. So, um, Tumbler? How old are you?"
"I'm this many." he held up six fingers.
"I see. Older man."
"Yeah, because Leslie's this many." he held up five fingers.
"Yeah, but you like him any way, right?"
"Yeah."
"How come?"
"Because this many," he held up six fingers, "tells this many," he held up five, "what to do."
"...What?"
Les turned to his dad.
"I'm okay with it, dad."
"Really? Because I have some thoughts."
Tumbler pointed to the blu blob.
"Is that a Mr Googly?"
"No."
Tumbler walked over towards the shelf the stuffed toy was perched on and grabbed it.
"I think it is."
"It's not mine. I'm to old for it."
"I want it!"
"What? Tumbler... Why would you want a Mr Googly? You're this many." he held up six fingers.
"I love Mr Googly. I'm taking him."
"But you're all growed up!"
The boy shrugged. "I don't care. He's mine now."
