I've been left to play on the floor, properly padded and wrapped in plastic pants underneath all my layers of pajamas. Babies aren't to be trusted on their own, though, so after a bit of playtime with my toys I start to pull the feet off of my footed overalls. I'm deep in my baby headspace, so all that leaves my mouth are occasional giggles of triumph at each removed article of clothing.

After my feet comes the whole outfit, sliding past my legs with just a bit of cute, babyish struggle. Next I undo all four snaps at the crotch of my onesie, revealing my plastic pants underneath. I...

I've been left to play on the floor, properly padded and wrapped in plastic pants underneath all my layers of pajamas. Babies aren't to be trusted on their own, though, so after a bit of playtime with my toys I start to pull the feet off of my footed overalls. I'm deep in my baby headspace, so all that leaves my mouth are occasional giggles of triumph at each removed article of clothing.

After my feet comes the whole outfit, sliding past my legs with just a bit of cute, babyish struggle. Next I undo all four snaps at the crotch of my onesie, revealing my plastic pants underneath. I don't remove it immediately, instead choosing to play with the thick plastic. Once I'm satisfied with that, I go to work on pulling the onesie past my head. It's a bit tricky - after all, babies can't do these things quite well on their own - but I manage to get it off and am left in just my plastic pants and the wet diaper kept safe underneath. I slip the plastic pants off past my ankles, finally in just my diaper. I take even more time to play with the plastic of my disposable diaper, an InControl Essential. It's crinkly and squeaky when I pull my fingertips along the taut plastic surface.

Now that I'm in just my diaper, I can go back to playing! And maybe a quick nap, too.