“I’ve got to speak to mama as that’s a really big thing to ask for,” mum explains, slowly rubbing your back. “I know you really like being back in your nappy, but we can’t make this forever because you’ve got to get back to school in a few weeks, and you might get so used to your nappy that you have an accident at school.”
It makes lots of sense you think as you nod into mum’s chest. Pulling back, you blink up at her with slightly wet eyes. Mum takes a moment to wipe your face dry.
“Come on, lets get you into your skiing clothes.”
You’ve got your ski pants and your thermal top on when mama and Lucy come back for breakfast. Mum has made pancakes, the delicious smell filling the apartment.