Mummy loves to torment me with her condesending baby talk while I'm half resting. Her words make my eyes feel even heavier to the point where I feel like she's cooing over me in a dream.

I wriggle and squirm on the playmat as she leans down to check my nappy through my onesie. I feel a rush of cool air on the tops of my bare thighs as she un pops my onesie running her fingers inside the leg crease of my thick wet nappy.

Once Mummy has finished checking my nappy she lovingly pops up my onesie and covers me with a fluffy blanket for a little nap.

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