You remain fast asleep in your crib with a content smile on your face, comforted by the warmth of your star patterned blankets and your bright yellow pajamas. The rising sun’s rays soon shine through your bedroom window, and as your eyes flutter open, you stretch your little body and let out an adorably high pitched yawn, feeling quite refreshed from a good night’s rest.
Suddenly, you hear the sounds of gentle footsteps approaching your bedroom, indicating that your caretaker was coming to get you. With a bright smile, you stand up and look from out of the crib in anticipation, excitedly bouncing your little feet on the mattress while the disposable diaper peeking out from your pajama bottoms loudly crinkles and rustles in response to your playful movements. A few moments later, your caretaker opens the door and steps into the bedroom, greeting you with a smile that’s just as bright and cheerful as yours.
“Looks like someone’s a happy baby this morning!” they say, stepping closer to you while maintaining their joyful and caring demeanor.
“Weeeeee! Hehehehe!” you happily babble and giggle, feeling like you’re a rocket ship launching into outer space as your caretaker grabs you by the waist and lifts you up from out of the crib.
“Such a little cutie! Yes you are!” your caretaker gives you an affectionate kiss on the cheek and pulls you closer to their chest, eliciting more cute and cheerful giggling from you while they lightly bounce you in their arms.
After a few more seconds of bouncing, you hear a loud rumble coming from your tummy; you know such sounds are associated with food and hunger, and you make sure to communicate that with your caretaker in spite of your rather limited speech.
“Hungwy! Hungwy!” you say to them; of course, your words come out with a characteristically childish lisp, but this only makes you all the more adorable.
“Ok! Let’s make that tummy nice and full!” they pat you on the head and walk downstairs, placing you in a high chair and tying a light green bib around your neck.
Your eyes fixate on your caretaker for a brief moment while they walk to the pantry and grab some food, but then your attention quickly shifts to the front of your high chair. With the mechanisms of your active and vibrant imagination, your highchair was now your very own drum set, and you just wanted to rock out and whip up a killer drum solo; the sounds of loud and erratic banging fill the kitchen while you playfully drum your hands onto the highchair, making you feel like a total rock star in spite of your blatant lack of rhythm.
“Oh! Looks like I’ve got a little musician in the house!” your caretaker says with a giggle, greatly amused by your silly antics; after that, they present you with a plate of toast alongside a bowl of sliced fruit.
Your tummy lets out another rumble and drool dribbles from your mouth as you stare wide-eyed at the food in front of you, wondering which delicious and delectable delight you should devour first. Eventually, you decide to start with the toast, grabbing it with your little hands and taking big, sloppy bites out of it; bread crumbs stick onto your face and scatter all around your bib as you messily eat up your breakfast, but a young tot like yourself was never deterred by any rules regarding table manners and etiquette. After finishing off your toast, you move on to the bowl of sliced fruit, captivated by the bright colors and various shapes of each bite-sized piece; with a gleeful smile, you grab handfuls of fruit and stuff them into your mouth, providing your taste buds with a cornucopia of flavors while fruit juice splatters all over your face.
“Silly baby! You’re getting your face all messy!” your caretaker chuckles and grabs a washcloth from the kitchen counter, wiping up your face until it’s completely spotless.
All in all, you were very satisfied with your breakfast, but as you smack your lips together, you realize that you’d like something to wash it down with.
“Baba! Baba!” you say, pointing at your baby bottle on the kitchen counter.
“Coming right up, cutie pie!” they say before opening up the fridge and filling the bottle with milk.
After placing your baby bottle into the microwave, your caretaker unties your bib and lifts you out of your high chair, lightly bouncing you in their arms while the bottle warms up. You reflexively pop your thumb into your mouth and start sucking on it while you stare at the bottle slowly spinning around in the microwave, waiting for the chance to consume the milky goodness contained inside of it.
Beep!
“There! All done!” your caretaker grabs the warm bottle out of the microwave and sits down on the couch, laying you on their lap and resting their spare hand on the back of your head.
You take your thumb out of your mouth and stare at the bottle with eyes full of desire, reaching for it with grabby hands and babbling excitedly.
“Ok! Here it comes!” they move the bottle closer and you latch onto it the moment it’s within arms reach, biting down on the nipple and happily kicking your feet while you greedily guzzle your milk.
As the bottle’s warm and creamy contents dance around your taste buds and your caretaker lightly rocks you in their arms, a relaxing wave of euphoria courses through your body; with a warm bottle of milk and a comforting caretaker by your side, life was simple, life was carefree, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“My my! Someone’s a hungry baby!” they coo once you completely empty your bottle.
A content smile forms on your face and you pat your full tummy in satisfaction, but you quickly feel something starting to come back up, likely from drinking your bottle too fast. Suddenly, you let out a loud and lengthy burp, but this boisterous act only causes you to burst into a fit of silly giggles.
“Excuse you! Sounds like someone’s a gassy baby too!” they say with a chuckle before standing up and laying you over their shoulder.
Your caretaker then gives you a few firm pats on the back, causing you to let out an even louder belch.
“Wow! That was a big one!” they say with another chuckle. “Alright, now that your tummy is nice and full, we gotta get your teeth brushed too!” they say before setting you down.
With a joyful smile, you follow your caretaker out of the kitchen and waddle into the bathroom. While they grab a red toothbrush and squirt some toothpaste onto it, you toddle to the object that essentially defines what a bathroom is, the toilet. Granted, with how dependent you are on your diapers, you’ve never had to concern yourself with the toilet and how it functions, but like any toddler encountering unfamiliar things, you couldn’t resist the urge to indulge your curiosity and understand the inner mechanisms of this object, and nothing was going to stop you from doing such a thing.
With your small yet nimble body, you climb onto it and place your feet on each side of the seat. As you stare into the toilet’s rounded basin, your inquisitive mind starts buzzing with questions regarding its purpose. Is it supposed to be a swimming pool? A drinking fountain? A birdbath? You don’t know the answer, but such questions pique your curiosity nonetheless. However, your attention then shifts to a certain lever to the left of the toilet’s lid, its shiny and silver appearance drawing you in. You poke and prod at the lever, curious as to what it does, but you quickly find out once you apply a bit of force to it.
FLOOOOOOSH!! WHOOOOOOSH!!
A loud flushing sound erupts from the toilet and you stare with wide and awestruck eyes as the water aggressively spins and swirls around the basin before being sucked into the hole. Upon witnessing this, even more questions pop into your mind. Why does that silver lever do that? Why does the water get all swirly? Where does that hole lead to?
PSSSSSSSSSSH!!!
You’re so caught up on how the potty works that you never even realized you had to go potty yourself as your bladder reflexively empties itself and your diaper begins to swell up while it thirstily soaks up the contents of your bladder. Once you finish wetting yourself, you sigh in relief and crack a satisfied smile; comforted by the warmth of your soaked diaper, you quickly set aside all of those questions about the potty, for such questions are pointless when your diapers allow you to relieve yourself without the need of knowing such things.
“You silly goose! Why are you playing around on the toilet?” your caretaker giggles and lifts you off the toilet. “Besides, babies like you don’t have to worry about using the potty just yet!”
They then place you onto a purple stepping stool and start brushing your teeth, thoroughly scrubbing the top of your gums before moving down to the bottom.
“Ok! Now say cheese!” they say.
“Cheeeeeeeese!” you giggle and expose your little teeth.
Your caretaker firmly brushes over each tooth, wanting to make sure your mouth is sparkly clean and free of plaque and all those other icky things.
“Alright, now spit!” they say to you.
You nod your head and spit the toothpaste into the sink, enjoying the refreshing sensation of minty fresh breath and a clean set of teeth.
“Now then, let’s get you dressed up for the day!” they say before putting the toothbrush and toothpaste away.
“Okie!” you happily reply.
You step off the stepping stool and start walking out of the bathroom, though your soggy pampers force you into a silly looking crab walk as they sag and slosh between your legs.
“Uh oh! Did you go potty in your pants?” they giggle and quickly notice your silly and awkward waddle. “Unless my eyes are deceiving me, it looks like you’re doing the saggy diaper walk!”
Squish! Squish!
Your caretaker walks up to you and lightly pats the back of your diaper, immediately confirming their suspicions upon hearing those squishy sounds.
“Yep! Time for a diaper change!”
You giggle and squeal while they pick you up and walk out of the bathroom, taking you upstairs and returning to your bedroom.
“Alright, now let’s check the damage on that diaper.” your caretaker lays you on the changing table and takes off your pajama bottoms, revealing your soggy and swollen diaper. “Looks like someone’s a little soaker, huh?” they say with a giggle. “Well, at least you only had to go number one and not number two!”
While your caretaker gets all the changing supplies, you playfully kick your feet and look down at the soaked diaper between your legs; the blue star designs scattered around your diaper captivate you, but what piques your interest even more is the dark yellow stain on the front of it. You’re quite confused about how your diaper got so yellow in the first place, as if you had forgotten about the fact that you wet yourself just a few minutes ago.
Squish!
You curiously poke at the stain on your diaper and it makes an audible squish; even if you’re still unsure about where it came from, that doesn’t matter to you anymore, as the silly and squishy sounds of your soggy pampers greatly amuse you.
“Alright, now let’s get you out of that soggy diaper!” your caretaker says after grabbing a clean diaper along with a box of baby wipes and a container of baby powder.
After undoing your soggy diaper, they grab some baby wipes from the box and lift up your legs; while they clean you up and wipe your bottom, you can’t help but squirm and giggle in response to each stroke of the wipes.
“Sounds like someone’s ticklish today!” they playfully boop you on the nose, causing you to giggle even more.
Your caretaker then grabs the container of baby powder and sprinkles some onto your bottom. The soft and soothing sensation of the powder feels quite nice, but some of its residue gets in your nose and your face starts to scrunch up.
“A-a-achoo!” you let out an adorably high pitched sneeze, causing some of the baby powder to disperse around the changing table.
“Hehe, bless you, cutie.” your caretaker giggles and puts the new diaper between your legs and folds it up, taping up the sides and securing it around your waist. “And…all done!”
A wide smile appears on your face and you happily kick your feet some more, greatly enjoying the soft and comfy feeling of a clean diaper snugly wrapped around you.
“Awwww, someone’s a happy baby!” they lift you off the changing table and give your newly diapered bottom a gentle pat, causing little bursts of baby powder to shoot out from the sides.
Your caretaker then sets you down and walks over to the closet before opening it up and skimming through its contents. Now feeling rather silly, you sit down on your diapered tush and scoot your bottom along the carpeted floor while they find something for you to wear, playfully giggling while doing so.
“Hmm…how about this?” they grab a light-blue t-shirt and a gray pair of shorts, but they burst into laughter upon seeing you scooting around. “Silly baby! What are you doing scooting your booty on the floor?”
You laugh along with them and stand up, continuing your silly antics as you turn around and playfully shake your padded posterior.
“Someone’s extra silly this morning, huh?” they laugh some more and walk closer to you. “Can you lift those arms up for me, please?”
“Okay!” you nod and lift them up, smiling and giggling while your caretaker takes off the yellow pajama shirt and replaces it with the t-shirt.
“Alrighty, now the pants!” they guide your little legs through the holes and pull up the shorts. “There! Now you’re all dressed up and ready for daycare!”
Your eyes widen in response to that last word and an awestruck expression forms on your face. You don’t even know what the word “daycare” entails, but this fact only further piques your interest; like any curious little tot, the new and the unknown greatly fascinate you, as they provide you with brand new stimuli for your active and developing senses to explore.
“Ooooh! Daycawe! Daycawe! Daycawe!” you say while you excitedly jump in place, your eager and curious mind yearning to learn about this new kind of place.
“That’s right!” your caretaker smiles and affectionately pats you on the head. “Now let’s head downstairs so we can get your shoes on!”
You enthusiastically nod your head and quickly make your way downstairs, running to the front door and plopping onto your diapered butt while you wait for them to get your shoes on.
“Well, aren’t you excited?” they quickly head downstairs and meet up with you, grabbing a white pair of socks and a red pair of velcro shoes from the shoe cabinet before placing them both on your feet.
Now fully dressed and ready to go, you stand up and jump in place some more, unable to contain your excitement towards exploring whatever this daycare has in store for you.
“Ok! Let’s go!” your caretaker scoops you up and steps out the front door, lightly bouncing you while they walk to the car.
After opening the passenger door and placing you into your booster seat, your caretaker buckles you up before getting into the driver’s seat, but not even the confines of a seatbelt can entirely contain your energetic excitement as you continue to squirm around in your seat. A few moments later, you hear the engine start and the car starts moving.During the drive, you glance at the window and smile while you watch the environment zoom past you; every person that flies by, every different colored car you pass, and every other fleeting object captures your interest from moment to moment, as you certainly didn’t want to miss out on the many sightseeing opportunities that came with car rides like this one.
“How about we turn on some music, yea?” your caretaker smiles and turns on the radio.
As the car is filled with the sounds of peppy and upbeat music, your mind no longer focuses on the objects zooming in and out of sight, but rather on the sounds coming from the radio; the catchy beat of the song and the various instruments accompanying it are, quite literally, music to your ears, causing you to break out into a silly dance as you playfully wiggle your body.
“Yea! Show off those moves!” your caretaker says while they watch you from the front mirror, greatly entertained by your silly dancing.
Your ears soon pick up the song’s vocals as well, and now you want to add something else to your playful dance routine. With a wide smile on your face, you babble along to the vocals while you continue to wiggle your body around. Sure, your “singing” is more so an incoherent mess of alphabet soup and you have no idea what any of the lyrics actually mean, but it’s the effort that counts, right?
“Bravo! Bravo!” your caretaker seems to think so, as they’re quite impressed by your performance.
Once the song comes to an end, your eyes spot a brightly colored facility standing out amongst the other buildings and their muted color schemes.
“Oooh! What’s dat? What’s dat?” you ask, pointing a finger at the facility.
“Nice eye, sweetie! That’s the daycare you’re going to!” your caretaker replies while they drive into the parking lot and park the car.
After they unbuckle you from the booster seat and take you out of the car, you get a better look at the daycare; the entirety of its exterior is painted with bright and warm yellows, the orange windows are shaped like suns, and you see that the daycare is properly named “Bright Beginnings Daycare” with a smiling sun as its logo. Although you have yet to set foot in the daycare, the warm yellows and oranges of its exterior draw you in and the logo of the smiling sun has a warm and welcoming presence to it, like a friend inviting you to play.
“Ok, hold my hand, bud!” your caretaker says to you.
You firmly grasp their hand and look at them with a cheerful smile while the two of you walk towards the building. Upon setting foot into the daycare, you look around at your new environment with great curiosity and wonder; the light green and sunflower patterned walls immediately catch your eye with their warm and vibrant colors, the cushiony and carpeted floors make you feel light and bouncy on your feet, and the sight of other children playing with each other in the distance fills you with an excitable and playful energy.
“Hello there, little one!” a black haired staff member wearing a green shirt and khaki pants approaches you and your caretaker with a gentle smile; according to their sun shaped name tag on their shirt, their name is Jacob.
“Hewwo!” you wave and smile back at him; although they were nothing but a stranger to you, they seem to have a calming and comforting presence to them, something that was necessary for just about anyone working at a daycare.
“So, I assume they’ll be staying here for a while, yes?” he asks your caretaker.
“Mmhm, I’ll be back to pick them up in a few hours.” your caretaker then pats you on the head and gives you a big kiss on the cheek. “I have to go now, but I hope you have lots of fun!”
You watch your caretaker step out of the building and vanish out of sight before turning back around to face the staff member. Normally, you’d be dismayed to be separated from your caretaker, but there was something about Jacob that made it hard to feel anxious or worried, something about their bright and welcoming smile that told you they were someone you could trust.
“Let’s go! There’s lots of fun to be had!” their smile widens and they hold out their hand.
You reach out your little hand in return, and the moment they grab onto it, you realize that you’re in good hands. Jacob then walks you over to the play area and an awestruck expression appears on your face once again; the sheer amount of toys to play with absolutely astounds you while you watch the rest of the children play around on the multi-colored carpet and your mind starts buzzing with thoughts of what you want to play with first.
“Lots to do, isn’t there?” Jacob chuckles, amused by your bewildered expression. “Play nice and have fun!” they pat you on the head before walking away.
Now left to your own devices, you look around the play area some more and continue to think about what to play with first, though it’s rather difficult to come to a decision since every option at your disposal seems like loads of fun. Your eyes initially fixate on a nearby pile of building blocks and you think about all the fun you could have building a large tower, an expansive castle, or any other ideas you wanted to build into reality. However, just a moment later, your attention shifts to a toy rocket ship and you think about how fun it would be to run around the play area and pretend to be an astronaut exploring the vast depths of outer space. After that, your attention shifts to a pile of stuffed animals and you think about how enjoyable it would be to play with a soft and cuddly companion. For several moments, your mind ponders this idea of what to play with, but you soon come to a decision upon spotting a bright red bouncy ball on the ground, captivated by its plump and rounded shape. You then toddle over to the ball and pick it up with your hands, but you realize that you’re not exactly sure how to play with it, as bouncy balls aren’t toys you have much experience with. You think and think about the purpose of this ball for a while, but you’re stumped on how to play with it, so you drop the ball and insist on playing with something else.
Bounce!
You see it bounce off the ground and your interest in the bouncy ball comes back just as quickly as it disappeared, causing you to think about how the ball was able to do such a thing; of course, given your lack of understanding towards the laws of physics, you assume the ball can bounce because it has magical powers that give it the ability to fly, and while such assumptions are far from realistic, they cause you to become more interested in the bouncy ball. With a gleeful smile on your face, you pick up the ball again and drop it onto the floor, wondering if it’ll do the same thing as before.
Bounce!
The ball bounces back up and you happily clap your hands in response. Now realizing that you have something rather fun on your hands, you pick up the ball and continue to bounce it around, babbling and giggling while doing so. You’ve only experienced daycare for a few minutes, and yet you’re already getting lots of enjoyment out of it, treating it like an exotic paradise where you can play to your heart’s content and be free of any worries.
“Hewwo! Can I pway wit you?” you hear a voice call out to you.
You turn around to the source of the sound and spot a toddler who looks to be around the same age as you; she’s a blond-haired girl with pigtails, brown eyes, purple velcro shoes, and a denim blue overall skirt with a heart patterned diaper peeking out from it.
“Okay!” you reply, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to let them play with you.
“Yay! Toss da baww ta me! Toss da baww ta me!” she says to you.
You throw the ball to the other toddler and she catches it with both of hands, smiling and giggling in response. She promptly throws it back to you and you can’t help but smile and giggle with her, feeling quite accomplished for being able to catch the ball in midair. The two of you continue to throw the ball back and forth, and from this you realize that playtime can become far more enjoyable in the company of other people.
“Hehe, watch dis!” the toddler places the ball on the ground and dribbles it with her feet while you watch with a stunned expression; you didn’t know there were other ways to play with this bouncy ball, and now wanted to try kicking it yourself.
“Ooh! I wanna twy! I wanna twy!” you say as you energetically hop in place.
“Okay!” the little girl nods and kicks the ball to you.
You attempt to mimic the little girl’s actions and dribble the ball around with your feet, but given your lack of experience with ball-related toys, you instead clumsily kick the ball between your feet a few times before tripping over the ball and losing your balance, causing you to fall onto your tush with a loud crinkle and a burst of baby powder. Fortunately, the cushiony carpet and your crinkly pampers shield your bottom from any harm. In fact, the poofy and crinkly sounds of your diapers only cause you to get more giggly.
“Hehehe! Good twy! Good twy!” the little girl smiles and applauds you for your efforts, even if they resulted in you falling flat on your butt. “Now kick da baww back ta me!”
You get on your fours and stand back up before kicking the ball back to her. With that, you two kick the ball back and forth for a while, greatly enjoying yourselves while the sounds of joyful laughter fill the play area.
“Ooh! Wets pway wit da bwocks!” the toddler points to a pile of building blocks on the floor.
“Yea yea yea!” you enthusiastically nod your head in agreement; although you were having lots of fun with the bouncy ball, you couldn’t deny that a change of pace sounded pretty nice.
You follow her to the pile and grab handfuls of blocks, and with the power of friendship and cooperation, the two of you are able to build something absolutely wonderful. While the little girl builds the base, you start stacking blocks on top of each other, creating the foundation for a big block tower. With great quickness and efficiency, the two of you then continue to stack blocks together, making the tower grow taller and taller until it’s too high to stack any more. Unbeknownst to either of you, Jacob was observing the creation of this block tower, thoroughly impressed by this display of teamwork.
“Wow! That’s such a big tower! I didn’t know I had a pair of little baby builders with me!” he says with a wide smile before looking back at you. “I see Amanda has already befriended you too! That’s so wonderful!”
“Mmhm! Mmhm! She a wot of fun ta pway wit!” you say cheerfully.
“Well, if you two think that’s fun, then you’re gonna love what comes next!” he says. “It’s a beautiful day, so you can play outside in the garden with the rest of the kids!”
“Oooh, yay yay yay!” you and Amanda excitedly jump in place, enthralled by any opportunity to explore the great outdoors.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” they enthusiastically exclaim, reaching out their hands to the both of you.
After you grab onto one hand and she grabs onto the other, Jacob walks the two of you to the back door and takes you to the grassy garden area. Upon stepping outside, you immediately feel the pleasant sensations of your feet sinking into the soft grass and your skin being caressed by the sun’s warm and nourishing rays, causing you to crack a satisfied smile.
“Nice day, huh?” he says with a satisfied smile of his own. “Ok, now go out there and have some fun in the sun!” Jacob says, letting the two of you be free to your own devices once again.
Before you play around some more, you decide to stop and take a look at the environment, mesmerized by the flora and fauna scattered throughout the garden. Sure, to anyone else, this was your run of the mill garden, but for an inquisitive toddler like you who had yet to see the many other things the world had in store, it was like you were setting foot onto a majestic and bountiful sanctuary blessed by Mother Nature herself; flowers of various types and colors rest in their beds of soil, tiny bugs and insects crawl along the expansive grass, and flocks of birds gracefully fly along the blue and cloudless skies. Naturally, these surroundings give you the desire to learn about all of these plants and animals, to explore the ins and outs of the garden’s vast grasslands.
Boop!
However, before you get down to exploring, Amanda boops you on the nose and a silly smile appears on her face.
“Tag! You it!” she says with a playful giggle. “Chase me! Chase me! Chase me!”she then runs off and frolics along the grass, happily giggling while doing so.
You blink your eyes in confusion for a few moments in response to the sudden boop, but you figured you could put your garden exploration on hold and join along in this impromptu game of tag. You then break out into a run and give chase, feeling light on your feet due to the soft and cushiony grass providing an extra spring in your step. Once again, the sounds of joyful laughter fill the air while the chase goes on, the two of you having a wonderful time reaping the rewards of your carefree and innocent lives.
“Got you!” you say once you eventually catch up and tag her.
“Hehe, ya got me!” the little girl smiles and claps her hands, proud of you for being able to catch her; satisfied enough from that sudden game of tag, she’s now more than willing to do whatever is on your mind. “Okie, what you wanna do now?”
“I wanna see da pwants and animaws!” you ecstatically respond.
With that decided, the two of you get on your fours and crawl around the area, intrigued by the little bugs and insects walking along the grass. Your eyes initially gravitate towards a lone ant crawling onto your leg, and you can’t help but wonder how such an organism can be so small.
“Hehe, dis bug ish so tiny!” you say with a giggle.
“Dis bug ish so pwetty!” Amanda says, looking at a ladybug crawling onto her arm.
You crawl closer to her to take a look at the ladybug, and it looks very pretty indeed; the dark black spots coupled with its bright red wings are a pleasant sight to your curious eyes, and you can’t help but stare at it until it promptly flies away. A few seconds later, your attention shifts to a worm slowly trudging along the grass and you pick it up with your little fingers, feeling its slimy and slippery texture as it squirms between your fingers.
“Hehehe, dis bug ish swimy!” you laugh and dangle the worm around, oddly satisfied by the sight of it squirming and shaking in your grasp.
However, your attention shifts elsewhere once again when you spot a blue winged butterfly landing onto the little girl’s head. You quickly toss the worm aside and gaze at the flying insect, fascinated by its big and brightly colored wings.
“Wow! Dat bug has big wings!” you smile and reach out to touch it, but it flies away before you get the chance.
“Hm? Where? Where’s da bug wif big wings?” she looks around and darts her eyes from side to side, but it’s nowhere to be found.
“Hehe, ish gone now. It was on youw head.” you reply with another giggle.
“Awww, no faiw! I wanted to see da bug wif big wings too!” the toddler pouts and crosses her arms, a little upset that she never got to see the pretty butterfly.
“Wets wook at da pwants now!” you say with a wide smile as you get back on your feet.
In response to that suggestion, her pouty mood quickly fades away and is replaced with a bright cheerful smile.
“Gweat idea! Gweat idea!” she responds.
PFFFFFT! BLOOOOORT!!
The moment Amanda stands back up, you hear the sounds of her bowels loudly passing gas, causing you to burst into laughter in response to the silly sound.
“Hehehe, funny noise!” you say with another giggle.
A few moments later, you notice her face beginning to scrunch up while she bends into a squat. You stare at her in confusion for a little bit, but then you suddenly realize what she’s doing, as that’s the exact same position you assume for making poopies in your pampers.
“Mmmph….mmmph…” you see her grunting and pushing as she prepares to do the dirty deed.
PBLOOOORP!!!
With another loud bout of flatulence, Amanda pushes a stinky solid into her diaper, causing it to expand and bulge out from her skirt. Of course, you weren’t bothered by the prospect of someone pooping their pants, as such things were common occurrences for diaper dependent babies like yourself. Once she’s finished relieving herself, the two of you toddle over to the beds of flowers like nothing happened; given how many dirty diapers you’ve made in your lifetime, you don’t even take notice of the nasty stench coming from Amanda’s droopy diaper, but a certain someone definitely does.
“Peeyew! I can smell that from a mile away, Amanda!” Jacob walks from behind and scoops up the stinky toddler. “Let’s get you changed, you little stinker!” they say before taking her back inside the daycare, leaving you by yourself for the time being.
While you wait for Amanda to get her diaper changed, you waddle around the garden and observe its luscious vegetation with wide and innocent eyes, mystified by the various plants ranging from the bright yellow sunflowers soaking up the sun’s luminous rays to the red roses that catch your eyes with their bold and bright colors in spite of their thorny exterior. Each different colored plant fills you with a captivating sense of wonder, all while the delightful scents of the flowers provide a greater pleasure to your senses. The sounds of melodic chirping quickly follow suit and a soothing song fills your ears while you look up at the sky to see a flock of birds gracefully flapping their wings in a synchronized formation. All of these sights, sounds, and smells put a content smile on your face, for you were having a wonderful time enjoying the many things nature had to offer.
BRAAAAAAAAAP!!!
However, nature is now calling in a far different sense of the term as you abruptly break wind and feel your bowels start to shift, but you’re more than willing to answer its call. With that content smile still on your face, you spread your legs and bend your knees into a squat as you prepare to unload what you had for breakfast.
“Mmmmmph…”
PFFFT! FRRRT!! BRAAAPAAPAPAP!!!
Your bowels expel a series of loud and squishy farts as you strain and grunt, signaling the calm before the stinky storm.
PBLOOOOORMPH!!!
The toast and the fruit are the first to come out and you feel a large mound of mess push its way into your diaper, causing it to expand while a big bulge protrudes from the back of your shorts. You feel your mess slightly spreading around your bottom as the smelly solid nestles into the seat of your diaper and you stay in that same squatting position.
“Mmmmphhh…” you grunt again and the milk you drank this morning also approaches its way out.
SPLOOOOORTCH!!!
Suddenly, your diaper is flooded with a runnier and mushier mess, causing it to expand some more and stain a noticeable tint of dark brown. Your smile widens and you exhale a dopey sigh of relief once you empty yourself, satisfied to rid yourself of all that pressure. A few of the flowers wilt and decay in response to the nasty stench, a lone bird falls from the sky and drops dead, and the rotten aroma of your diaper attracts flies as they buzz around you; it seems you pooped yourself so badly that some of your surroundings had been directly affected by your packed and poopy pampers, but according to that silly smile on your face, you weren’t bothered by any of this.
“Children! It’s time for lunch!” you hear a different voice call out while the rest of the children run back inside in response.
Given the fact that you just unloaded your entire breakfast into your diaper, some food sounded pretty good to you right about now. You slowly and awkwardly stomp your way back inside the daycare, your full diaper greatly compromising your mobility as it sags inside your shorts and slightly pulls them down. However, before you can walk any further, you’re suddenly grabbed by the waist and lifted off your feet.
“Looks like I’m on diaper duty yet again.” Jacob says while he walks you to the changing room, trying his best not to retch at the nasty smell coming from your full diaper. “Sheesh! You really stink!”
You simply giggle and babble in response while he lays you on the changing table, as if you think he’s praising you for how much you filled up your diaper. Jacob then acquires the necessary changing supplies and takes off your shorts, exposing your stained and stinky diaper; you kick your feet and stare wide-eyed at the large lump protruding from your pampers, as if you yourself are surprised that your little body was able to make that big of a stinky.
“Geez! It’s a miracle you didn’t have a blowout!” he says with a chuckle before untaping your diaper.
You squirm and giggle while he lifts up your legs and cleans your bottom very thoroughly, using wipe after wipe until your bottom is completely spotless.
“Alright, now the diaper.” Jacob slides a clean diaper under your legs and snugly tapes in around your waist.
However, you’re quick to notice that the diaper between your legs is quite different from the ones you wear at home, as this one is designed with green leaves and yellow flowers as opposed to blue stars. On top of this, the diaper seems to be emanating a scent similar to the soothing smells you experienced in the garden.
“Pwetty diapee! Pwetty diapee!” you smile and give your new diaper a playful pat, amazed by its pleasant scent and appealing design.
“That’s right! These are special scented diapers made exclusively at this daycare!” Jacob cheerfully replies.
You watch him pick up your dirty diaper and move it towards the trash, dumping it off with a loud and smooshy plop.
“Now then, do you wanna get something to eat?” Jacob asks after cleaning off his hands.
“Yea yea yea!” you happily reply.
“Ok, then let’s go!” he lifts you off the changing table and places you onto his shoulders.
You joyfully squeal and giggle while he walks you to the kitchen, getting a lot of enjoyment out of this brief but nonetheless exhilarating piggyback ride. Shortly afterwards, he sets you down and walks you to a small area containing several chairs and round tables, with each table being accompanied by juice boxes and plates of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on toasted bread. You observe your surroundings for a little while, wondering which table you should sit at, but that decision is quickly made for you upon spotting the blond haired and pig-tailed girl you’ve become acquainted with.
“Amanda!” you waddle over to the table and climb onto one of the chairs, sitting across from her with a wide smile on your face.
“Hewwo!” Amanda cheerfully smiles in return; although the two of you were only separated for a few minutes, she was extremely happy to see you again.
You then stare at your sandwich with an extremely intrigued expression, as you’ve never seen anything quite like this. While peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are nothing but commonplace snacks to just about anyone else, to you they’re the epitome of culinary excellence. Sure, you’ve already had toast on its own, but stacking two pieces of toast on top of each other was totally unheard of for you, and you were absolutely fascinated by such a concept. After staring at the sandwich for long enough, you grab ahold of it and pick it up with your little hands, but you soon realize that it’s far more than just two pieces of toast stacked on top of each other upon spotting the peanut butter and jelly inside, causing your fascination to shoot through the roof; as if stacking toast together wasn’t interesting enough, using said stack as a foundation for other tasty condiments was the most revolutionary idea in the world to you, and now your outlook on toast had been completely reshaped and reimagined.
The appearance of the sandwich alone causes your mouth to salivate while drool dribbles onto the table, and things get even better once you bite into it. The savory crunchiness of the toast, the chunky and creamy texture of the peanut butter, and the sweet and fruity flavors of the jelly all combine to create the most pleasant experience your taste buds have ever had. You couldn’t believe such a perfect balance of flavors had ever existed, and you were enjoying every single second of it. After finishing up your sandwich, you grab the juice box and start sucking on the straw, assuming it has identical functionality to the nipple of your baby bottle. Your assumption proves to be correct and you’re rewarded with the succulent sweetness of apple juice filling your mouth, causing your smile to widen while you make quick work of your juice box. You then exhale a sigh of satisfaction and give your tummy a playful pat, getting a lot of enjoyment out of that meal.
“Hehehe!” Amanda suddenly bursts into giggles and points at your face.
“Huh? Why you waughing?” you ask her, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Hehe, youw face ish aww sticky and gooey!” the little girl replies.
You touch your face and feel globs of peanut butter and jelly sticking onto your hands, giggling as the gooey substances spread around your fingers. As you continue to stare at your sticky hands, a silly idea comes to mind and you create a series of peanut butter and jelly stained handprints on your plate; you know that it’s not exactly proper etiquette to play with your food, but you’re enjoying yourself far too much to care about such trivial table manners.
“Well, aren’t you quite the artist?” Jacob laughs and walks up to you with a washcloth in his hands. “Looks like you’re quite the messy eater too!”
You fidget and giggle while he cleans off your face and wipes your hands, though you can’t deny that it’s a lot more fun to be a messy little toddler.
“Good thing you’re in an artsy mood right now, cause we always finish the day with arts and crafts!” he says to you.
“Mmhm! Fowwow me! Fowwow me!” Amanda tells you before hopping out of her chair and running out of the kitchen.
You quickly get off your chair and follow Amanda from behind, excitedly wondering what she has in store for you. Eventually, the two of you stop at a series of tables filled with drawing paper, crayons, and a myriad of art supplies for satisfying all of your creative needs.
“Wet’s dwaw!” she grabs a stack of paper and a box of crayons, placing them onto the floor before sitting on her knees and happily scribbling on a piece of paper.
You sit on your knees and grab a handful of crayons, but you’re initially unsure what to make out of this blank sheet of paper; with a wide array of colors at your fingertips, you could draw just about anything that came to your vibrant and active mind, making it all the more difficult to hone in on a single choice. However, after thinking about it some more, you have the perfect idea in mind. You start by drawing two black stick figures, a smaller one to represent yourself and a taller one to represent your caretaker. After that, you hastily scribble up a background, filling the bottom half of the paper with green grass and the top half with a blue sky; your drawing skills leave more to be desired and the final result is quite unpolished, but in the end it’s the thought that counts.
“Amanda! Wook at dis!” you show off your drawing with a proud smile on your face.
“Oooh! Vewy nice!” she replies before showing off her own. “Wook at mine!”
Amanda shows you an equally unpolished drawing of herself and another stick figure that’s presumably meant to be you happily playing around in a sloppily drawn rendition of the daycare’s garden. Of course, you’re too young to have any established standards when it comes to art, so you’re easily pleased by even the sloppiest of drawings. If anything, this drawing is like a symbol of the friendship you two have developed within these past few hours.
“Ooooh! I wuv it! I wuv it!” you say with a joyful smile.
Suddenly, you feel someone tapping you on the back of your shoulder, though your smile only widens when you turn around to see who it is; standing right in front of you is your cherished caretaker looking at you with the most welcoming of smiles, happy to finally see their little baby again.
“Awww, looks like someone’s been having a lot of fun! Looks like you made yourself a friend too!” they say before taking notice of the drawing you made. “Oh, what’s that drawing you’ve got there?”
“I made it mysewf! Ish you and me!” you reply, maintaining that proud and accomplished smile.
“You’re just the sweetest little thing, aren’t you? Come here, cutie pie!” you babble joyfully as they pick up and give you a big hug, happy to be in your caretaker’s warm and loving embrace. “Now then, are you ready to go home?”
“Mmhm!” you reply with an affirmative nod of your head. “Bye bye, Amanda!” you wave goodbye to your new friend, hoping you’ll get to see them again someday.
“Bye bye!” she says back, reciprocating a cheerful smile and a wave of her hand.
After thanking Jacob and some of the other staff members, your caretaker exits the daycare and heads back to the car, securely buckling you back into your booster seat.
“So, tell me about it! How was your first day of daycare?” they ask you while they start driving home.
“It was so much fun!” you respond, enthusiastically kicking your feet and wiggling your body. “I pwayed wif bouncy bawws and bwocks and got to pway outside wif Amanda. I saw wots of coow bugs and pwants too!”
“That’s amazing, sweetie! Amanda sounds like a lovely friend!” they say with a cheerful smile.
You nod your head and look at your drawing for the rest of the drive home, treating a couple of stick people and a hastily scribbled background like it was your magnum opus.
“You really like that drawing of yours, huh?” your caretaker says with a giggle. “I know just the thing for that!”
After unbuckling you and taking you back inside, your caretaker sets you down and takes your shoes off before walking you over to the fridge.
“I think it’s time we turn this fridge into your personal art gallery!” they grab a fridge magnet and stick the drawing onto the center of the fridge. “Now it’s up there for everyone to see!”
“Yaaaaaay!” you smile and happily clap your hands.
“Now then, what should we do next?”
Right on cue, you let out a long yawn, feeling a little tired after a jam-packed day of daycare. You then motion your hands to your caretaker, indicating you want to be held.
“Awwww, you want me to hold you?” they smile and pick you up, more than happy to give you some cuddles. “How about we get you into some comfier clothes first.”
They take you up to your bedroom and open up the closet, grabbing a light blue onesie along with a dark blue pacifier. After taking off your clothes and guiding the onesie through your legs, they quickly button it up and secure it around your body. Your caretaker then pops the pacifier into your mouth and a relaxed smile appears on your face, feeling very cozy in the comfort of your onesie while the rhythmic suckling of your pacifier soothes you immensely.
“There. All nice and comfy!” they walk downstairs and sit down on the couch, gently rocking you and stroking your head as they pull you closer to their chest.
Only the sounds of you sucking on your pacifier can be heard while your caretaker holds you close and a peaceful silence fills the house. Active and inquisitive toddlers like yourself have a penchant for playing around and exploring the world around them, but now that you’ve done your fair share of play, you’re more than content with relaxing in your caretaker’s arms, finding joy in the simplicity of doing absolutely nothing from time to time. You feel your eyelids grow heavy and you let out another yawn, sinking so deep into relaxation that not even the passage of time crosses your consciousness; you only become aware of how much time has passed once a returning pressure develops in your bladder and bowels.
PSSSSSSSHHHH!!!
Your bladder is the first to release itself and all that apple juice you drank goes straight into your diaper. You’re aware of the fact that you’re wetting yourself, but you couldn’t care less, clearly comforted by the extra layer of warmth as your diaper swells up and stains a tint of yellow.
“Mmmph…mmmph…” you then spread your legs and softly grunt, lightly kicking your feet as you prepare to make poopies once again.
PBLAAAAARMPH!!!
You deposit your last meal and you push out a smelly load into your diaper, causing it to expand some more as a noticeable lump bulges out from your onesie. As your caretaker continues to rock you, they feel the lump protruding from your onesie, making it unequivocally clear that you just pooped your pants.
“Uh oh! Did you make a stinky?” they ask you.
“Hehehe…poopy…” you reply with a dopey and tired smile.
“Alright, let’s get you changed and ready for bed.”
Your eyelids grow heavier while your caretaker carries you upstairs and lays you on the changing table. As they unbutton your onesie and change your diaper, you feel yourself start to doze off and lose track of time once again, and by the time you open your eyes, you’re already in your crib, basking in the warmth of your blankets.
“Sweet dreams.” you feel your caretaker kiss you on the head before they leave your room and close the door.
With a clean diaper nestled around your bottom, a onesie to keep your body warm, and a blanket a pacifier to ensure peaceful and undisrupted slumber, you close your eyes and fall fast asleep, reminiscing about the wonderful time you had at daycare and thinking about the many fun-filled and adventurous days to come.
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