By Mea Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I hate babysitting, but I love money, so I agreed when my Dad’s friend called and said she needed someone to sit with her wimp of a son while she went to an interview. Her boy is only a few years younger than me, but uber dum. Super irresponsible and still can’t wipe his own ass.
But he’d never admit that.
Diaper Wimp
I know what a padded, crinkly ass looks like, and when I got there, it was SO obvious he had a diaper on under his jeans. So after his mom left, I sat next to him on the couch and asked how potty training was going. He sat up straight like he was embarrassed and laughed. “What do you mean? HAHA. I did that when I was a kid, not now.”
“Oh?” I leaned closer and rubbed my hand on his thigh. “Then you won’t mind if I check?”
“No!” He jumped up, and crinkle sounds echoed his denial. I busted out laughing and grabbed the back of his jeans. Pulling them away from his body to check if his diaper was full. That thing was so soggy; I didn’t even know how he was gonna walk away! He swatted at my hands, trying to cover his butt, but it was too late. I saw what I already knew.
“You’re gonna get a rash, you lil diaper wimp! Better let me change you!”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410