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This weekend I found myself in a diaper emergency! It’s Christmas time and I’m at a festive holiday party with my boyfriend Jake. It’s been a magical evening so far, with delicious eggnog, twinkling lights, and the faint scent of pine. Jake has been having a bit too much fun though, knocking back cocktail after cocktail.
Our host, my friend Holly asks me how my night is going. I sigh. “He’s been holding his drinks about as well as a toddler. I’m afraid he’s going to have an accident if we don’t do something.”
I hear a distinct splashing sound. I whirl around to see Jake, a goofy grin on his face, standing in a spreading puddle. Mortified, I rush over and kneel down.
“Jake! Oh no! Quick, go change into your spare clothes from the car!”
Diaper Emergency At The Holiday Party
Holly joins me, her gaze authoritative. “No, don’t bother. You know he’s too wasted.” She meets my eyes. “Change him here, now. It’s for the best so he doesn’t keep soiling himself in public.”
I consider, realizing she’s right. Glancing around, I spot a box of adorable holiday diapers with jingle bells. “Well, at least use those festive ones!”
Moments later, Holly and I are kneeling over a giggling Jake, the Christmas music and chatter fading into the background. We work in tandem like practiced pros, Holly sliding off his pants and I wiping his bottom delicately. I slide a diaper underneath, tucking in the front and fastening it snugly around his waist. Holly dusts him with powder, applying lotion as well.
“There!” I say with satisfaction, giving his diapered bottom a pat. Jake sighs blissfully.
Rising, Holly and I share a secret smile. “I guess it’s just so much easier this way,” I murmur. “At least now I won’t have to worry about another accident!”
Holly grins, her crimson lips curving. “Only the bare minimum of course! She gives his clothed bottom a playful swat. “And if he does, well…” She winks, “I’m always happy to lend a hand!”
I laugh, feeling more at ease. With my friend’s help, I know we can handle occasional accidents. Jake is beaming up at us, happy and content in his festive diaper. I lean down and kiss his cheek.
Hand in hand, Holly and I lead Jake back to the festivities, our heels clicking in unison as we flank our happy boy.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248