“Thanks,” I said, a light blush creeping across my face. Mommy looked at me confused,
“Thanks for what?” She asked. My blush only grew.
“For, you know, changing me.” I said awkwardly. A smile broke out on mommy’s face when she realized what exactly I was talking about.
“I’m sorry baby, Mommy doesn’t understand. You’ll have to use your big girl words.” Now my face was on fire. She was really going to make me say it?
“Thank you for changing my diaper mommy.” I said, my voice barely over a whisper. This seemed to satisfy her.
“No worries baby, I wouldn’t want you getting a diapy rash after all.” The grin had not left her face, and I could feel my own face beginning to match. Even if it was humiliating it was still pushing all the right buttons.