Makenna covers her mouth, poorly hiding her snickers at the child standing before her. Mia’s age is still five, but it isn’t clear from her outfit. Now, Mia is wearing a short, frilly pink dress and matching sandals. The best part about the new outfit, though, in Makenna’s opinion, is that Mia’s dress is so short that a diaper can be seen peeking out from under it.
“What?!” Mia shrieks, staring at her clothes. She lifts the skirt of her dress and stares at the diaper. “Makenna!”
“Don’t worry, you’re not actually three. You’re just dressed like it.”
“You put me in a diaper!” Mia fumes.
“It’s not like you have to use it.”
“Still!”
“Hmm, a real toddler wouldn’t be so articulate.” Makenna zaps Mia with the gun again, reducing her vocabulary and way of talking to match her clothes. “That’s better.” Makenna drags Mia out of the bathroom and to the twins’ playroom. Mia pouts the entire time. Just as they reach the playroom, Mia makes a last-ditch attempt to be returned to normal.
“Makenna, I no want diapy and play wif babies!” she begs. Before Makenna can say anything, Mark’s mom appears. She smiles at Mia.
“Molly, are you ready to play with Terry and Tammy?” she asks. Cornered, Mia reluctantly nods. “How old are you?”
“Fwee,” Mia mumbles.
“What a coincidence! Terry and Tammy are the same age!” Mark’s mom looks at Makenna. “You took her to the bathroom, right?” Makenna nods. “Did she go?”
“No,” Makenna says truthfully.
“All right, I’ll keep an eye out for any accidents, then.” Mark’s mom ushers Mia into the playroom. Makenna suddenly gets a devious idea. She said earlier that Mia wouldn’t have to use the diaper she’s wearing. But wouldn’t it be more accurate if Mia had an accident? After all, she didn’t use the bathroom earlier.
Makenna adjusts the settings on the gun and fires it at Mia, reducing Mia’s potty training. When she looks down at what she specifically changed it to, she realizes she overshot it. Mia now has the potty training of a one-year-old.
Promptly, Mia drops the toys she’s playing with and bends her knees into a squat. She gets a look of concentration. Makenna almost bursts out laughing as she watches Mia grunt loudly, filling her diaper with poop. Mark’s mom notices immediately.
“Wow, you went so fast, Makenna didn’t even have a chance to rejoin Mark!” Mark’s mom comments. As if summoned by his name, Mark comes up behind Makenna.
“Oh, did someone make poopoo?” he coos. Still in the process of messing herself, Mia blushes profusely.
“Do you want to change her diaper?” Mark’s mom asks. “If not, I can.”
“I can, too,” Mark suggests. “I have a lot of practice with the twins.”
“Hmm…” Makenna thinks about it. “I think her diaper should be changed by…”