You're pinned against Tulip's waist as she walks around the house. There's no room to move, and every footstep pushes you into her soft skin. "You ready to go, sweetie?", you hear your mother's muffled voice faintly through the fabric. You feel yourself being pushed down farther into the diaper as your mother picks her up. You struggle to keep yourself from falling farther downward. "Mom! Mommm!", you shout. Your face is pressed tightly against your sister's flesh and the only response you get is Tulip giggling as you tickle her. You make out the jingling of keys and realize that your mother must be taking Tulip to daycare! You shout again, louder this time, but still nothing.
Your mother buckles up her little girl tightly into the car-seat and gives her a kiss on the forehead. Twenty minutes later, she arrives at the daycare. She drops her daughter off and leaves for the bar.
Meanwhile, Tulip stands next to her friend's at daycare. What does she do?
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