"Yeah, Madison is going to wear these." You say, holding the bags forward a little and smiling.
"Excuse me." Andrew says, getting in close to you and looking cross. "What on earth are you talking about?"
You tilt your head and step back a bit.
"I'm going to put a diaper on Madison. She's eventually going to pee in it, or defecate in it, and then I'm going to change her into a new diaper, and I will do this over and over again until I get bored of it."
"What is your name?" He asks.
"Daniel." You answer.
"Daniel, you're a nice kid, but you aren't going to do that." He reaches for the bags in an attempt to grab them. You dodge his grab.
"Auhh, I kinda am." You retort with a haughty tone.
"Daniel, give me those, right now." He says sternly, clenching his fists.
"Nah I'm gonna go upstairs and put your daughter in them." You back up quickly and head up the stairs.
Andrew leaps up the stairs past you, and blocks your entry to the second floor.
"Give me those bags!" He reaches out his hand.
"Sir, I'm really sorry." You say, looking down at the bags. "Madison is just really freakin' adorable, and I really want to see her wearing a diaper. The thought of her helplessly pissing herself, and relying on me to keep her clean, that would be so fun that I just hav--"
Andrew takes a breath and just lunges at the bags, trying to force them out of your hands. You resist, and the bags end up tearing apart and the diaper packages fall on the carpeted steps and tumble down to the first floor. Andrew just stares you down. He seems to be waiting for you to back off, or else things might start getting violent.