After a moment of staring at the regressed Laura, the woman would shake her head and speak her answer... thankfully this was to Laura’s benefit.
“Ah, shove it... I mean we are all pretty close by anyways... not like a cutie like you will need to run far anyways.”
She would then boop Laura on the nose and stands her up, guiding her by hand outside again before returning to whatever she was doing beforehand. Phew... close one, Laura couldn’t play around any further. Immediately, the regressed toddler would grab her things when she wasn’t being watched by the parents and get the heck outta there... which thankfully went off without a hitch as she spoke to herself.
“Woo... dat was cwose... back ta da daycawe.”
As soon as she finished speaking she would grimace at the lisp, but ultimately sucked it up and went back to the daycare as the sun set. When she arrived, the place was as abandoned and dark as when she had came in to use the training potties and she took note that it was a friday so it would probably stay that way for the next couple of days... good for her as she pulled herself into the establishment again and going through a similar routine as the prior night (gathering a snack/dinner, falling asleep on the cote etc.), only this time she was diapered and a year younger. What happens next to our reduced tyke?