Tonya frantically repeats the reverse command, so many times that it stops sounding like real words. Each time, Leah feels a little bit of control come back, until it stops doing anything.
"Thop," Leah lisps. Tonya swallows nervously. "Don't wowwy, I'm not a fuw baby."
"At least you can talk normal. Sort of," Tonya says in relief. "Did the reverse work at all?"
"Fow a bit. But then it thopped."
"Maybe we can do multiple rounds of it every day, like an antibiotic."
"We can twy that," Leah agrees. "But at weast I'm not a baby."
"Do you know, uh, where you're at developmentally?" Tonya asks. Leah shrugs.
"I thill can talk and wead. I think I am jutht thuck on the outthide, but thill me inthide."
"Oh, thank goodness." Tonya beams. She tickles Leah's belly. "I can handle you acting like a toddler as long as you stay yourself mentally."
Tonya opens the door and sets Leah on the ground. She then goes to her trunk. Leah follows, now forced to toddle around from the repetitive commands. But she doubts she'd move well anyways, with how full her diaper is. Tonya takes something from the trunk that Leah recognizes. It's her baby brother's spare car seat.
"No! No car theat!" Leah screams, stomping her foot. Tonya sighs, but she's handled tantrums before.
"I don't want to get pulled over and ticketed. When you're dressed like this, you need a car seat. Try to look on the bright side instead of pitching a fit." Immediately, Leah's anger vanishes. She's now excited. Her own special seat, which has cartoon characters on it and a spot for her drink and snack? That's awesome!
Leah doesn't protest as Tonya installs the car seat and buckles her into it. But she does grimace at the feeling of sitting on her mess.
"I don't wike thitting in a diwty diapee," she whispers to Tonya. "Can you fix that?" Tonya pauses, then nods. After a moment, she opens her mouth to issue a command.