Leah wakes up in her crib later, her diaper soaked. She yawns and stretches, then sits up. After looking around a bit, she's relieved that nothing changed further while she was sleeping. She still sleeps in a crib, like all people do until they reach a certain height. Her bedroom is still pastel and cute; only adults got the "serious" decorations and colors. There's still a gate in her doorway instead of an actual door. That's a safety feature like the crib. She can smell Tina making dinner. She can't wait to be put in her high chair (another safety thing to do with her height) and eat her already cut up food (all minors had their food pre-cut for them).
Leah stands up in her crib. Then immediately squats. She grunts, pushing a massive poopy into her diaper. Great. So, even though so much of her world hasn't changed, the stuff that changed before stuck around. She sucks her pacifier. She hates the thing. But thanks to the warps, can't get rid of it. It even gives her comfort while she makes boom-boom.
Leah can't wait until she starts the classes in high school where they teach grown-up vocabulary like "feces". She knows some of the words already, but isn't allowed to use them. It's the same as saying a swear at her age. Only after she takes classes on responsibly saying grown-up words can she say them.
"It smells like someone made a present for me!" Tina's voice says. Leah continues to grunt. "Remember, Leah, you have to tell me what you're doing to get help with it." There's that static again.
"I'm making poopy in my diapy," Leah says around her pacifier, unable to not tell Tina what she's doing. That's going to be frustrating to deal with. Particularly since some activities, like what she's doing right now, are rather obvious.
"Good girl! Are you done?" Tina asks. Leah grunts and pushes one last time, then straightens.
"Yes, I'm done making boom-boom," she says, her diaper sagging under her. Tina takes her to a changing table in the room - that's new - and changes Leah into a fresh diaper. Then she leaves Leah in just the diaper, which makes sense. People who need high chairs often get a bit messy while eating meals. Leah rarely gets to wear clothes at the table.
"All right, dinner time!" Tina carries Leah out of the room and downstairs. Leah shudders at the sight of the stairs. Someone her height would fall and hurt themselves going down or up them. That's why she needs to be carried.
Leah is put in her high chair and given her food. Dinner is good, but the earlier warp is weighing on her mind. She's not sure the full extent of what Tina just did, as well as who it affects.