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I know that silence is never a good sign when Timmy is supposed to be playing with his blocks. When I take a peek in his room, there he is, huddled awkwardly against the beanbag chair. His face is flushed scarlet, avoiding my gaze. I’ve only seen him do this when he’s deliberately done something he knows he shouldn’t have.
As I approach, and the air around him begins to change. The usual scent of baby powder is replaced with a humid, musky heaviness that confirms my deepest suspicion. My naughty boy didn’t hold it, and he certainly didn’t ask Mommy for help. Which now creates a significant problem we have no choice but to address.
Timmy Has A Messy Diaper
I kneel down beside him, keeping my expression firm and uncompromising; the playful tone we usually share replaced by the serious consideration of a boundary completely violated. “Timmy, look at Mommy. Why are you sitting like that? You know the rules, you must tell me right away if you feel a rumble coming on! Especially after we had that talk about staying clean during playtime.”
The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the unmistakable squish beneath the thick plastic backing of his specialized adult diaper, a sound that immediately signals the substantial, sloppy mess he has managed to create for both of us. “You made a very big, very real mess this time, didn’t you, Timmy?” I observe, reaching out to gently touch the swollen, weighted front of his sagging diaper, the texture beneath my fingertips undeniably firm and distorted with solid waste.
His legs move stiffly as he rises, the heavy weight between his legs pulling awkwardly. He takes tiny, shuffling steps, clearly feeling the bulk of his mistake now that he’s standing upright. Reaching the changing table, I lift him with a practiced, steady motion, laying him carefully on the protective waterproof pad. I maintain a clinical distance as I begin the process of loosening the tapes on his soiled garment.
The overwhelming scent is immediate and potent, and I wrinkle my nose slightly, while grabbing the wipes and disposal bags. “Look at this, Timmy,” I instruct, pulling the heavy, fouled diaper away just enough to expose the evidence. “You did this to yourself, but now Mommy has to clean you! That’s not fair, now is it?”
The changing process itself is methodical and lengthy, demanding multiple wipes to ensure complete cleanliness. Finally, with the mess contained and disposed of, I smooth on a thick layer of barrier cream to soothe his skin, before securely taping him back into a pristine, crinkly, white diaper.
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