A few tears escape your eyes while you are sucking your thumb, but your eyes dry quickly because you're not a baby, you're a seven year old! You just don't know what happened to you. You look at Bobby and Chris and see them looking between you and the toys just a few feet away on the play rug. You take your thumb out of your mouth and you stand up You try to ignore the squishy warm goop slowly spreading up the back of your diaper and down between your legs. You stand up and walk towards the matchbox cars. You begin to play and you get into it, all while keeping a scowl on your face.
After a few minutes you feel a finger pulling the back of your diaper, a "tsk tsk" from behind you and you are lifted up by your armpits. You are held with your legs against a grown up's hips and you look up at one of the caretakers. "aw, did you make a mess in your pants little guy? It's ok, bigger kids make messes and have accidents too. Let's get you cleaned up!"
She carries you over to the changing table, lays you down and buckles the strap across your belly. She tickles your feet briefly before pulling off your shorts and taking off your diaper. She lifts up your feet, takes baby wipes and poder and cleans you up.She tapes a new, thicker diaper with Barney on the front around your waist and unbuckles you from the table. She pulls you into a sitting position before...
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