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"I have closed the portal to the evil dimension of rocking chairs!"

Odd that you should mention that. I've been exploring The Evil Dimension of Timmy. Rocking chairs are mentioned.

Wade looked somberly at his two sons. His two normal sons.

His two troublesome sons. The typical boys, as compared to Timmy, who was never any trouble.

He chuckled inwardly. Dexter and Oliver looked at each other.

“Boys, you’re missing something, and it’s something important. You two would make any father proud, but I have three sons. I know you have a thing about Timmy, but I think it’s misplaced.”

He grew thoughtful, “Timmy’s a good lad, but he’s not all there.” He looked at them. “That’s a joke. You can laugh now.”

Dexter and Oliver made a pathetic, insincere kind of chuckle.

Wade stared at them. “Anyway, I’m getting older. It’s something to think about. You’re getting older too. Soon you’ll be in and out of High School, and maybe college if you’re up for that. I’ll be sitting around in a rocking chair, waiting for people to come visit me.”

“Of course, Timmy will be around too. The question is, will he be getting older like the rest of us? It’s still a little early to tell, but we have clues. Timmy never needs a haircut. He never needs to get his fingernails trimmed. He probably will never need to shave, but you two aren’t too far away from that.”

“Timmy may be unchanged when I am in my rocking chair. There’s a possibility he may be unchanged when you are in your rocking chairs! Now, think about that for a minute.”

“I know you think that you don’t have room in your lives for someone like Timmy. But I’m telling you, if you’re smart, you don’t want to keep him out of it.”

Wade picked up his beer can, holding it as he looked at them. “Are you smart?”

Oliver said, “Dad, if this is about the choir practice …”

“Don’t.” Wade said. Oliver gulped.

“You three boys are like these beers. You look the same, but Timmy’s container makes a different sound.” He tapped the can, and it made a tinny, empty sound.

“You two are full of it.” He continued. “You’re full of yourselves and your own self-importance. That’s why you make a different sound than he does. You’re not so different from Tim, and for a good reason, you all started from the same material. But Timmy has room for love, and you don’t because you’re full of something else.”

“Now I want you to be nicer to Timmy, and be nicer to his friends, too. You are his friends, you know. Just ask him. He loves you.” He drew a deep breath. “His problem is he can’t be like you. And I know you can’t be like him either. But you can be his brothers. Give him help when he needs it, and let him be a part of your lives too. You’ll both be a whole lot richer for it.”

He looked at them.

They looked at each other.

“Anything to say?” Wade asked.

“Dad, you’re right. We’ll …”

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” Wade said.

“We’ll be thinking about what you said.” Dexter went on. “Timmy seems to have found some interests to keep him busy, so maybe he won’t be looking so … vulnerable, to us … I think that’s what triggers our … attitude.”

“Being bullies?”

They squirmed. “Not intentionally, no.”

“All right. If you can recognize that you’re stepping over the line, that means at least that you know where the line is. Keep what I said in mind. I don’t want to have to make up all this crap again, because it might come out different next time, and I don’t want you boys to be confused. Go on. Go play, and have fun. But be nice.”