His diaper had swollen up to an immense size. Having not been changed since early that morning. It had long since snapped the buttons of his onesie open. He was aware that he needed a change, but he knew not to worry about it. That was Daddy’s job, not his! It squished and dragged as he crawled around the playpen, but he paid it no mind.
His playtime was interrupted by a loud sound coming from the door his daddy had entered a few minutes prior. Gripping the side of his playpen, he watched the white door, his toys temporarily forgotten. Though he perhaps put too much effort into watching the door. Barely noticing himself lift his tail and push another messy load into his already very full diaper.
His daddy soon exited the room. Giving his baby a smile, before making a beeline for the couch. Jordan smiled back, but quickly turned his attention back to the room. Daddy uses that room often, but he never lets his baby in there. This time though, he left the door open! Excitement and curiosity filled Jordan as he looked into a room he had never been in before.
He couldn’t see much from his playpen, but within his view was what appeared to be a white chair. What could it be? The throne of a long-forgotten king? An Astronaut’s seat? A fearsome monster, waiting to be slain? Jordan’s imagination went wild! Each possible purpose more outlandish than the previous one. Eventually, he turned to the one he knew would have answers.
“Daddy?” he cries.
“Yes, sweetie?” he responds. Looking up from his book to glance at his darling little princess.
“What’s that thing?” asks Jordan. Pointing a mittened paw towards the open bathroom door.
“Well sweetie. That’s what we call a potty.”
“What’s a potty?”
Daddy lets out a chuckle at the question. Putting down his book, he walks over to where his baby is kneeling. He presses his hand into the back of the full diaper.
“I don’t think you need to worry about that for a while, baby. You are going to be my little Pamper Packer for a good long while yet!”
“Now, why don’t you go lay on your back so I can get that smelly diaper changed!” He says, standing up and making his way over to where he left the diaper bag. Closing the bathroom door on the way.
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