"Widdle pig, widdle pig," Sam stomped his feet on every syllable. "Wet me in!"
Standing at the foot of the bed with his hands balled into little fists, the toddler suppressed a giggle.
"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!" Dean answered back in a cartoonish voice.
"Den I wiw huff, and I wiw puff and I wiw bwow your house in!" Sam shouted, now jumping for emphasis.
Straightening to his full height, Sam inhaled deeply, puffing his chest out. Once his lungs had reached full capacity he formed his lips into a perfect “o” and blew every last bit of air at his brother. Dean made a big show of loosing his balance on the bed and falling backwards dramatically.
"Ha!" Sam squealed. "I got you! I got you! Can we do it again? But dis time I wanna be the piggy."
"Widdle pig, widdle pig," Dean banged on the door on every syllable,. "Let me in."
Standing behind the door cradling his arm to his chest, the younger brother suppressed a sob….