Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
Our wittle Princess baby was in her pretty Easter dress, which was all frills and ruffles. There was so much tulle that I could hardly find her! After a big day of flashing everyone her diapee as she hunted for eggs, she was so hungry and pleaded with Mama for lunch.
Always happy to oblige my Princess, I strapped her into her unique high chair for sissy baby feeding time. It was impossible not to notice how wet and saggy her diapee was, but what difference would twenty more minutes make? She could wait. I lowered the tray of the high chair, the powerful vibrating wand settling right on the crotch of that soaked pamper.