Hearing me, mommy came and plucked the paci out of my mouth, a slight pop sound filling the air briefly.
As I got up, mommy put her hand on my diaper, and declared me dry. Somehow passing a diaper check was just as embarrassing as failing one, just being reminded that I needed to be checked in the first place.
“After we get into a new routine, if you want, I can start being more of a mommy in the mornings too, but for now let’s start off slow.” She said, “I don’t think you want to explain that you were late because you needed a diaper change or because your mommy couldn’t decide how to dress you.” With that, she left to go get ready herself.
