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"Have you had any water this morning?"
I ask the question softly, but my eyes lock onto his. I don’t look away. I watch him.
There it is—the flicker of guilt, the way his gaze flinches just slightly before that little crease forms between his brows.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.
"Say it," I murmur.
"I… forgot," he admits, voice low. Shameful.
I take a step closer. "No. You ignored it. There’s a difference."
He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I raise a brow. One slow lift, paired with unbroken eye contact, and he shuts it again.
"Water." I say, the word sharp as a command.
He grumbles something under his breath as he turns toward the sink, but he goes. I don’t even have to repeat myself.
He fills a glass and starts to drink.
"That’s one," I say smoothly. "Pour another. That attitude earned you extra."
He pauses mid-sip. "But Mummy I don't like water and I have lots of meetings this afternoon and I’ll have to pee..."
I walk up behind him, close enough that he can feel me behind him. My voice brushes his ear.
"And whose fault is that?" I ask, soft but firm. "Do you think being careless with your body doesn’t come with consequences? Remember how important your kidneys are."
He swallows. I don’t even have to see his face to know he’s blushing.
He starts pouring the second glass and turns around to look at me making my way over to the rug.
I point to the floor and he knows it's his cue to come and lay for changies.
"Can I just use the big boy toilet today?"
I remain silent as I kneel down and pull over his changing bag, open it and start to pull out what I need.
"This is non-negotiable, and I don’t want to hear another word about—"
I stop mid-sentence as I turn and see him.
He’s standing there, arms crossed, a little spark of defiance in his eyes—testing me.
I let the silence stretch.
I lock eyes with him.
"Come. Here. Now."
He doesn’t move. Stubborn boy...
"I'm not asking again."
His arms drop. His shoulders dip.
"Please, no diapees today...these meetings are important..."
His voice wavers—but it’s enough. I know what’s coming.
"But Mummmmy I don't wanna..."
Here he is.
My little whiney boy.
I say nothing. Just lift one eyebrow and point to the floor in front of me. One sharp, deliberate gesture.
His eyes widen, just for a second. A soft sigh leaves him, full of resistance he doesn’t have the strength to act on.
He drags his feet, slow and sulky, but I don’t move. I watch him.
Each reluctant step is a little surrender. A quiet admission.
When he finally reaches me and sinks to the floor, I let the silence hang.
"Look sweetie..."
I pull his dummy out of the bag and push it between his lips,
"...stop being such a fussy boy. You have said yourself that this afternoon is going to be busy, if you don't have to leave your computer to do pee pees it will be easier. Have we already forgotten our little accident the other day? 'Little Mr Leaky Pants"
I gently *boop* his nose with my index finger then yank down his trousers and 'big boy' pants.
"Bum up for Mummy"
He does as he is told and presses his hips into the air as I slide a fresh nappy under his butt and he starts to lower them...
"Nah uh, Keep them up now for Mummy."
His tear filled eyes watch as I reach into the bag and pull out a second diapee and position it on top of the first.
Some inaudible muffled words attempt to navigate his dummy but it's pointless, I can't understand him. Silly baby...
"Shhhh. No talkies. Two nappies for my fussy boy" I say as I open his legs and push his knees up to his chin... "Hold them up for Mummy"
Taking my time, I gently swirl cream around his cute little hole with my finger, smooth some talc in my favourite creases and carefully tape up both nappies.
One on top of the other.
I direct him as he reluctantly places a foot, one-by-one into the legs of his trousers and shuffle them up to his hips. It's a tight squeeze over all that padding.
"There. Now you're ready for your big boy meetings."
I reach out with both hands and I pull him to a seated position so his face meets mine.
He doesn’t resist. Just lets me guide him, pouting the whole way.
That little frowny forehead of his—creased in the middle like he’s trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto some tiny shred of pride.
I let my thumb brush over the wrinkle.
"Such a face," I murmur, as I lift his chin up with my hand, more amused than anything.
"You pout like you’re not the one who put yourself here..."
"It's time to check that diapee-butt sweetie, have you made a yummy warm squishies for Mummy???..."
I whisper into his ear as I stand behind him. He's been sat there for hours...
I turn his computer chair around and pull him towards me, taking his little hands in mine, he looks up at me with those big pretty eyes...
His cheeks flush with a rosy glow as he looks away and I enjoy watching him squirm.
"but Mummmmmmy..."
He protests.
"I'm busy working!....I am a big boy!!!"
He genstures towards his computer screen and whines under his breath. I notice his voice start to break. I giggle. I love him all whimpery.
"Now sweetie, I know you're playing grown-ups, but you need a check...You've been so engrossed in that screen, I bet you haven't even noticed you needed a pee pee..."
He visibly squirms and his bottom lip starts to show...
"But I AM a big boy!!"
He huffs- frustrated- he stamps his feet.
I can't help but giggle again, but try to hide it when I notice a little frown appear on his face. It melts me.
He's so cute when he resists...
"No sweetpea, you're not a big boy, you're a baby... And you're my baby and you're wearing a diapee..." I say softly.
"Big boys don't need diapees now do they? Big boys don't need diapees because they know how to use the big boy potty..."
I gently slide a finger into the waistband of his jeans, exposing the top of his cute diapee, the soft crinkles accompanied by his pathetic little moans are the most beautiful sound...
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