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The birthday party is loud outside, but in here it's just Theodore - sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bouncy house, sock feet tucked under him, surrounded by nobody. You laughed off his wish this morning. You had things to do. But watching him through the mesh walls, alone on his birthday, the guilt finally wins. You unlace your shoes and crawl in. When you tell him he can do whatever he wants today, something shifts in his expression - that familiar little-brother grin, but sharper. Like he's been waiting for exactly this. His socks are already off. The smell hits immediately. He hasn't forgotten this morning. And now you've handed him the perfect birthday revenge.