“I’m not a baby!” Jessica cried out through her tears in protest.
“It doesn’t look like your anything else to me, sweetheart. You’ve just woken up from your nap and you need a diaper change and some breakfast. That’s why I’ve come to get you. I’m going to change you and then take you downstairs for some food, sweetheart.
“No! I won’t go!” Jessica cried out.
“Young lady,” her mother’s voice was now stern. “You are coming downstairs for breakfast with me. You don’t have to have your diaper changed; if you’d prefer to stay in that wet one, that’s fine by me. But you’re going down for breakfast and you can do it with or without a spanking.”
“I’m not going!”