"Bad dream," pouted Paul lying back down crying.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. Would you like anything to drink?" asked Alice sweeping some of Paul's hair from the front of his face. Paul nodded. "Alright, sweetie, I'll be right back with some milk."
Moments later, Paul's mother returned holding a cup half full with some milk, but as Paul readjusted himself in bed, he felt something strange around his waist. Paul froze in his spot with a worried work across his face.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" asked his mother seeing this, but before Paul could answer, his mother must have guessed what was wrong because all she did was sigh and hand him his drink. "I'll be right back, so finish your drink and don't move from that spot."
Nervously Paul nodded his head, having an idea of what she was about to do. Paul finished his milk just as his mother returned with a brand new pair of Pull-Up Training Pants and a box of baby-wipes. At first, Paul attempted to pull the blankets up over his head, but before he could his mother quickly pulled them down out of his reach. When that failed, Paul moved his hands over the bottom hem of his nightie. However, this failed too, as his mother easily rolled him on his side and gave him a fast hard tap on the butt.
"Now stop this," said his mother forcefully rolling him back over to his back.
The next morning when Paul woke up, he couldn't believe what had happened the previous evening. He felt so ashamed that he didn't even want to leave his bed, but his mother soon entered his room and started to pull the covers down off from him.
"Common, sleepy head, we have got a busy day ahead of us." Paul looked up at his mother with a deep loathing.