J and R were going up on the arch, when J whined.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Whispered R. He decided to make J an three year old.
"Potty." Squealed J.
"Baby, we're at the front of the line! We can't back away. You'll have to hold it..."
"O-okay..."
They were almost up at the top, when J made a huge mess in his pants.
J started to cry.
"Oh, baby, it's okay, you'll be okay, oh baby.
When we get to the top, we'll go straight back down and change you! Is that good sweetheart?" Cooed R.
"Yes please daddy." Said J.
A large brown stain appeared on the back of J's jeans. A large yellow stain was now appearing on J's croch.
When they got to the top, R rushed through all the people, with J in his arms.
J blushed as everyone stared at him, and he started crying again.
"Shhh, sweetheart. It's okay. Daddy's here!"
J looked up at R and sniffed. His face was flaming red.
When they were at the bottom of the arch, and in the museum, he rushed into the bathrooms, and cleaned J.
He left J in just a diaper, because he didn't have any fresh underwear and tied his sweatshirt around J's waist.
When they were home, R put an onsie on J and cradled him.
R sang a little song for J.
"Rockaby baby, on the-
When R was done singing, J was asleep. He put J in his bed, and turned off the lights.
In the morning, J woke up, and got out of bed. He watt led towards the closet, pulled out a bright pink stepping stool.
He pushed it over to his dresser, and climbed on it.
He pulled out a pull-up, (because of yesterday he knew his daddy would want him to wear a pull-up), skirt, and an dinosaur shirt.
When he was done getting dressed, he pushed the stepping stool to the door, and opened it, he wattled out, proudly, to see his daddy making his favorite breakfast.
"Bacon eggs!" Squealed J, climbing up on the small stool. R smiled as he said;
"You got dressed by yourself! Good job! Do you think you can do that every morning?"
"Oh sure! I con!" He had a hard time saying his A's.
"Okay!" R's eyes darted to his skirt and saw the pull-up. "Why do you have a pull-up in sweetheart?" R frowned.
"Because of yesterduy, I fot you'd wunt me to wor these!" Said J with a confused look.
"Oh baby," q Said R walking over to J, and picking him up in a hug. " it's okay, you don't have to wear a pull-up! But for now it's okay, you usually have to poop after you eat bacon and eggs."
He was right, J pooped In his pull-up, and he had to be changed on his old changing table. His new room was cat themed, and you could tell by the walls that J was helping! He had a cute race track rug in the middle of his room, and a race track bed spread. He had a twin bed, and a small dresser and closet. He stored and of his old clothes, and diapers that he didn't use yet, in the closet, and any new clothes that fit him in the dresser.
"Daddy?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"I love you o much!"
"I love you to sweetheart!"
Thanks for reading! I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while! So I'm posting twice in one day!
TBC!
Baii!
Word count: 600!
