Rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. As have rumours of me being a pottypants. I am so mature and my pants are clean and dry like most of the time! Promise! Maybe… don’t look…
When caregivers are astonished at how little you’ve used your diapers. “Only wet? That’s unlike you, usually you’ve made a big present for me by now?” “Oh is baby dehydrated? I never find you dry, this is a once in a blue moon!” “Sweetie, I’m just going to get some medicine~”
It was just one simple rule and I had to go and be bratty about it. All I had to do was call her miss or mommy and I could keep whatever freedoms I wanted. I mean sure there was still the diapers but… now I’m not allowed to feed myself… not allowed the potty at all…
@ThatDaddyFellow Only a little wet~ which means my baby definitely needs a Baba? Want some yummy milkies?
*I ask sweetly as I prepare the bottle warmer. Milk and cookies was of course a match made in heaven.*
@ThatDaddyFellow Yes yes crinklebutt, here we go. One piece at a time, got it?
*I hand the broken up cookie to you and invigilate your consumption closely.*
@ThatDaddyFellow Ohhh! Well why didn’t you just say so honey? You can have one for asking so nicely!
*I reach up and open the cookie jar, grabbing one out. After a brief assessment of your current maturity, I decide to break it up into little pieces for you*