Allison was embarrassed that she was in the situation. She watched as her mother started to cut up her food. “Mom, I can cut up my own food. I am not a baby.” Said Allison in a whine in her voice. She went to get her fork and knife but Teresa slapped her hand.
“Your diaper says otherwise.” Cooed Teresa. She cut up all of her food before held up a bite for Allison. “Say ah baby.” Said Teresa as she tried to fed Allison. Dahlia snickered at this.
Allison refused to open her mouth. She wanted to feed herself. “I am not a baby.” Said Allison barely opening her mouth. She felt like she wanted to cry sitting in a wet diaper and having her mother fed her. She felt her diaper was warmer. “I not hungry.” Said Allison with clinched teeth. At that moment, Allison stomach growled loudly.
“Maybe a bottle of formula or so mommies milk will be better?’ cooed Teresa. Allison turned red and opened her mouth so her mother could fed her dinner. After ten minutes, all of Allison food was off her plate and Teresa gave Allison her sippy cup. Allison slowly drank her drink. She felt the need to poop. “Mom, I need to go to the bathroom.” Said Allison in soft voice.
“Sweetie you already have.” Said Teresa pressing on Allison wet diaper.
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