Posted by DJE on May 06, 2006 at 14:34 [68.169.42.250]
We had been sitting on the sofa for a while, watching some shows and all. Megan was snuggled up to me, her head resting on my shoulder, and my left arm wrapped around her tightly. I had noticed that Megan’s legs were starting to fidget so I asked her, “Do you need to get up and go potty?”
“No,” she said as she pressed against me. “I wanna stay right here.”
“I want you to use the potty. We’re running low on GoodNites, and we’ve already spent enough money this month on baby stuff.”
Megan still didn’t budge.
“I might have to put you into cloth diapers…”
“No! Alright, I’ll go potty.”
I give Megan an encouraging pat on the bottom as she scurries off with both hands tucked between her legs. Megan doesn’t like the feel of cloth diapers, so I know I can always use them as punishment for she has misbehaved or when I need to give her a good threat.
A few moments later I hear Megan slowly walk back into the room.
“Did you remember to flush…”
First I see her face; eyes look like they’re about to cry, cheeks red, and bottom lip pouting out. My eyes gaze down to Megan’s jeans; a large wet spot flows down the inside seems of both legs.
“Aw, poor little baby.”
I get up, she reaches out her arms for a hug, and I pull her in.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok, little baby. Shhhh, it’s ok. Just an accident. Shhhh, it’s ok. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and changed. That’ll help you feel better, right?”
Megan nods her head, but doesn’t look up at me. I give her another quick hug before I take her by the hand and we walk into our bedroom. I help her step out of her wet jeans, then motion her to lay on a towel on the bed while I put the jeans into the hamper.
“It’s a good thing you had training pants on.”
She nods as I rip the sides of the soaked GoodNites. I take two baby wipes and begin to clean Megan up.
“Hmm, I think you need to shave again pretty soon.”
“Wish you would take care of that for me.”
I smile, “I already take care of everything else.” I rub the wipe harder into her, “you’ll be a good baby and shave tomorrow.”
Megan lets out a gasp, bites down on her lip and then nods.
“That’s my good little baby.”
Next comes a dusting of baby powder. Megan’s nose deeply inhales the scent, gently moaning as she then exhales.
“I know you tried to get to the potty in time, but I think you need a break from training.”
Megan sees the diaper, her smile and her legs open up even wider.
“Yes,” I say as I fasten the tapes. “My little baby doesn’t need to worry about the potty at all.” I lean down over her. “My little baby will use her diapers, and I’ll be here to change her and take care of her.”
“Thank you,” Megan says softly.
We kiss.
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