Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
BZ wasn’t loving unpotty training. He really wasn’t a fan of wearing diapers, especially out of the house, but like all good boys, he was trying for Mommy. He waddled over to me and tapped me on the thigh. I was texting Ryan and asked BZ what he needed.
“Um, I have to go potty.” He looked sheepish and embarrassed. My hand reached out to squish the front of his very dry diaper crotch.
“Just go in your diaper like you’re supposed to.