“Hmm. It’s probably Steve’s,” Lisa’s mom said quietly, apparently under the assumption the watch belonged to Lisa’s dad. She left the room, still carrying the watch. Lisa attempted to follow her, but was stymied by her wet diaper. At this age, it was difficult enough to move in it while dry. While it was wet and sagging under her, she could barely take a few steps before falling onto her butt.
Resigned to having to search for the watch later, went back to her room, utilizing a combination of toddling and crawling. At least she wouldn’t be getting any younger. Lisa sat on the floor in her diaper, which was growing progressively clammier, waiting for her mom to come back.
“All right, now mommy can give you her undivided attention,” Lisa’s mom said, coming back. She picked Lisa up. “Ooh, is someone wet?” she teased.
“Me pee-pee in diapy,” Lisa said. Her eyes widened. She hadn’t meant to talk in such a babyish way. Her mom laughed.
“You definitely did, sweetie! I’m surprised you didn’t go boom-boom. You haven’t made a poopy since yesterday morning, after all.” As if on cue, Lisa’s bowels rumbled. She promptly filled her diaper with a hot, mushy, smelly mess. To add insult to injury, the bowel movement was accompanied by a loud fart. “There’s my stinky girl!” Lisa’s mom cooed. “Good girl! Good poop!”
Lisa’s mom carried Lisa over to a changing table, where Lisa was promptly changed into a fresh diaper. Lisa shivered slightly at the wet diaper wipes used to clean her up.
“Wow, someone’s on their best behavior,” Lisa’s mom commented. She slid a fresh diaper under Lisa’s butt. “Normally, you’re so fussy when you get changed.” Lisa didn’t know how to respond to this. Her mom taped the diaper on. “All clean!” Lisa’s mom carried her out of the bedroom.
Helpless, all Lisa could do was wonder what was in store for her next, and hope that she could go searching for the watch before it wound up in her dad’s possession.