You are playing on the floor at my feet, babbling away in your disposable diaper and drooling all over your toys. I'm on the phone with my friends chatting about my upcoming date this evening, and how I've had to hire a babysitter for the evening. My friend still can't believe you chose to go back in diapers and how happy it makes you to use them in front of me. Eventually I hang up with her, since you're on the floor fussing. I kneel down and check your diaper- it's very wet and very messy! Still having to get ready, I slip a pair of plastic pants over your messy diaper, leaving it for the...

You are playing on the floor at my feet, babbling away in your disposable diaper and drooling all over your toys. I'm on the phone with my friends chatting about my upcoming date this evening, and how I've had to hire a babysitter for the evening. My friend still can't believe you chose to go back in diapers and how happy it makes you to use them in front of me. Eventually I hang up with her, since you're on the floor fussing. I kneel down and check your diaper- it's very wet and very messy! Still having to get ready, I slip a pair of plastic pants over your messy diaper, leaving it for the babysitter to deal with. Then I clip your pacifier on your shirt and slip a mitten on your dominant hand to make sure you don't pull it off. You continue to play on the floor at my feet while I get ready to go out on date, completely content.