Years after the competition, Donald and Roderick finally began to rebuild their relationship. Donald was determined for Roderick to be part of his life—not just as a brother, but as an uncle to his twins. Roderick, for his part, wanted to make up for lost time.

Now, Roderick was good with kids—he just didn’t like dealing with them. But for the twins, he could make an exception… or so he had foolishly told Donald and Sarah. He regretted it the moment they took him up on the offer.

With Donald and Sarah back at work, Roderick was left in charge of the twins for the day. One of them was a delight—quiet, independent, easy to manage.

You, however, were not.

You were energetic, wild, and relentlessly demanding. You adored your Uncle Roderick—Roddy, as you called him, much to his horror. He had a soft spot for you and your sibling, though he hid it well, grumbling at your constant demands.

Today was no different. You tugged at his arm, chattering at lightning speed while your twin had already wandered off to play with other kids. Roderick attempted several escapes, but you were unrelenting, dragging him along at every turn.

At one point, you even recruited other children to help. Despite being small and weak, you all had a vice grip on his clothes, pulling him back every time he tried to flee.

And that was how the great Roderick—composer, star, dignified artist—ended up sitting on a tiny plastic chair, arms crossed, wearing a tiara, and sipping imaginary tea with a circle of stuffed animals.

Teachers giggled from the sidelines, and Roderick groaned, dragging a hand down his face. This was his life now. He briefly considered breaking a window to escape but decided against making a dramatic scene. Instead, he sat there, looking deeply unimpressed as you carefully poured “tea” into his cup with all the grace of a royal host.

And, despite himself, he stayed.