Oliver wakes up to someone picking him up. His eyes open. The man that gave him a bottle earlier is carrying him over to a van with the daycare’s logo on the side. Oliver panics. He can’t go to daycare!
In desperation, he begins to squirm in the man’s arms. The man’s grip merely tightens in response.
“Wow, you’re a squirmy wormy, aren’t you?” the man laughs. “Do you need a change?” Oliver doesn’t think he does and doesn’t want to go through another change. But maybe getting a diaper change will give him enough time to escape.
Oliver grunts loudly, pushing as hard as he can. Thankfully, he hadn’t fully emptied his bowels earlier. There’s a soft fart as he messes himself again, followed by a hiss as he pees out the milk he drank before he fell asleep. The man’s nose wrinkles.
“Yep. You do need a change. And since we can’t have babies staying in poopy diapies, you’ll get that change right now.” The man grabs a diaper bag from the van, then lays out a changing mat on a nearby bench. He puts Oliver down on the changing mat. “All right, little man, let’s get you cleaned up!”