Jazz flailed his tiny arms and kicked his pedes wildly, his little frame wriggling in protest as you held him firmly in place. “NOOOO! NO CHANGE!!” he shrieked, his face scrunching up in defiance. “I DON’ WANNA!”

You sighed, rubbing his back soothingly despite his tantrum. “Jazz, come on, kiddo. Your pull-up is literally about to leak, and I don’t think you wanna deal with that mess.”

Jazz whined dramatically, his bottom lip wobbling. “But I busy!!” he argued, crossing his arms stubbornly. “I playin’ wif blocks!!”

You ruffled his helm gently, ignoring the pouty glare he shot at you. “I know, buddy, but you’re gonna be way more comfy if you let me change you real quick. Then you can go back to playing, yeah?”

Jazz huffed, wiggling again in your grasp, but his movements were slowing. He knew he wasn’t gonna win. His big brother was way bigger and way stronger than him. His tiny servo grasped yours, still resisting but clearly torn.

You grinned. “Tell you what, if you sit still like a good little mech, I’ll help you build the biggest tower ever when we’re done.”

Jazz perked up at that, his optics shining with interest. “Biggest?”

“The biggest,” you promised.

He sniffled once, then reluctantly nodded. “O-okay… but I get ta put da top block on!”

“Of course, little guy,” you chuckled, lifting him up with ease. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up before you really have a reason to throw a fit.”

Jazz pouted but rested his helm against your shoulder, his tiny frame finally relaxing in your arms. He might be stubborn, but he did love his big brother.