I walked into my house to find that a bunch of Baby Corp. workers came and got rid of everything that was Boss Baby’s. Every toy, every pacifier. They used a wand to erase my parents’ memories. They offered it to me, but I refused. I wanted to remember Boss Baby.
Over the next few days, I thought that might have been a big mistake. I missed Boss Baby like crazy. I missed the cute way he drooled. I missed our adventures together.
Sure, Boss Baby had a big promotion. But maybe I could offer him a better job. I wrote him a letter.
Dear Boss Baby,
I don’t usually write very much, but now I know that memos are very important things. You see, I was wrong. We both were. It turns out there’s plenty of love to go around. And to prove it to you, I want to give you all mine.
Maybe it doesn’t matter how much love you get. What matters is how much love you give. And you can’t measure that on a pie chart.
I would like to offer you a job. It will be hard work and there will be no pay. But the good news is that you can never be fired.
And I promise you this: Every morning when you wake up, I will be there. Every night at dinner, I will be there. Every birthday party, every Christmas morning, I will be there. Year after year after year.
We will grow old together. And you and I will always be brothers.
Always.
I sent the letter to Baby Corp. For a few days, I didn’t hear anything. I started to feel sad again. Boss Baby didn’t want the job.
Then, one morning, Wizzie woke me up.
“Wake up, little halflings! It’s seven a.m.!”
“What’s the point, Wizzie?” I asked. But I dragged myself out of bed and looked out the window.
There was no sign of Boss Baby. I turned to go back to bed . . . and then caught a flash of yellow in the corner of my eye.
A taxi cab was turning down my street. It parked in front of my house.
I ran downstairs as fast as I could and opened the front door. Mom and Dad came out of the taxi, and Mom was holding Boss Baby. But he wasn’t dressed in a business suit. He was wearing a onesie, and he was cooing and drooling like a normal baby.
“Tim, look who’s here,” Mom said.
Dad smiled. “It’s your new baby—”
“Brother!” I cried, and I picked him up.
Boss Baby smiled up at me.
“You came back! You came back!” I cried happily.
“Say hello to Theodore Lindsey Templeton,” Dad said.
“Lindsey?” I repeated, laughing. That was just as bad as Leslie! Boss Baby started to cry.
“Aw, who’s ticklish?” I asked, and I tickled his little foot, and he laughed. Mom and Dad wrapped their arms around us for a group hug.
I stared into the eyes of my baby brother. I knew he was going to take over the whole house and boss everyone around, day and night.
And I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.