Before Amanda could do anything, Heather returned.
“All right, little lady, hand it over,” Heather said shortly, snatching the phone out of Amanda’s hands and putting it on the kitchen table. Amanda gaped at her. “Don’t have an attitude with me!” Heather stuck a finger down the back of Amanda’s diaper. “Dry. Well, since you don’t need a change yet, you can go watch TV while I work on dinner.”
“Where’s Jen?” Amanda asked.
“Napping.” Heather pushed Amanda out of the kitchen and into the adjacent living room. “Watch your cartoons.” With her phone out of her hands, Amanda couldn’t think of what else to do. She obediently toddled over to the TV, sat down, and turned it on.
Satisfied that her daughter was finally doing what she was told, Heather looked at the phone she’d confiscated. It wasn’t one she recognized, open to an app she wasn’t familiar with. Curious, she clicked the button that said “Generate New Sentence”.
“Amanda doesn’t need to poop.” Heather changed “doesn’t” to “does”.
In the living room, Amanda felt pressure building in her bowels. She crossed her legs tightly. Yes, she was planning on using her diaper at some point, but she didn’t want to use it now.
Heather generated another sentence.
“Amanda is trying to keep her diaper clean.” Heather changed “trying” to “failing”. There was a loud fart from the living room. After a moment, Amanda toddled into the kitchen, her diaper sagging visibly under her. She brought with her a rancid smell that told Heather her daughter had thoroughly messed herself.
“Mommy, I poopoo,” Amanda squeaked. Heather looked down at the phone. When she had changed a sentence to say that Amanda’s diaper was dirty, Amanda had dirtied her diaper.
Amanda held her breath as she watched Heather look at the phone thoughtfully. She could only pray that Heather hadn’t figured out what the app was capable of.