As you sit in your carrier in the back seat driving home from the airport, you chew on the Mickey mouse rattle your mommy bought you on your first day at Disney.
Your adult mind is intact but giving into the babyish instincts has grown natural to you. You've grown used to baby talk, feedings, and diaper changes. It's almost scary how mundane life as a baby has become for you. At least you should soon be done with the experience.
It's late when you pull up to the house, dada sets to unloading the luggage while mommy Carrie's you inside. Back inside your room you are relieved to see it looks the same, no cleaning means no house sitter to have found the phone. Mama checks your diaper then lowers you into the crib.
"Nighty night," She kisses you on the forehead and leaves you alone. Finally, you reach down and find the phone right where you left it. You go to unlock it and your heart drops when you realize the battery is dead. Of course it is you left tje phone on for a week! You plop down onto the mattress. Now what? You can hardly ask mama or dada for a charger. As you think you feel a now familiar warmth spreading around your crotch as you wet your diaper.