A couple days ago, one of my baby boys, Jamesie, gave me a call and I want to tell you all about our special chat together. He said, “Mommy Emma, I want to be a really good boy for you, and I’m gonna keep my diaper clean and I’m going to be a good boy!” He went on to tell me all about his day, about playing in the dirt and the mud, and seeing puppies, and then seeing his especially good friend Joey! He got so excited about his day, and telling me about it, that I noticed he was getting really squirmy . . . I asked if he needed to go to his potty chair, and then the horror flooded his face as his little pee-pee flooded his diaper. Too late for the potty now! Poor Jamesie put his hands over his crotch and burst into tears. “Please Mommy, I meant to be good, I really did, I just forgotted! It was uh accident!”
Then, just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, his little face turned even redder and he put his hands behind him on his bottom. The smell from his diaper left no doubt about what else was too late for the potty!
“Oh, Jamesie,” I said, “Look at what you’ve done! Now we’d better change you before you start to get a diaper rash.” I took him by the hand to the nursery where I put him on the changing table and took off his little pants. He was still crying when I undid his diaper and took it off, exclaiming how nasty it was. Then I reached for a nice, warm wet wipe and cleaned off his tummy, then his little pee-pee and bitty little plums, and finally . . . that nasty bottom!
What do you think I did next? Do you think I gave him a spanking before putting a fresh diaper on him? Or do you think I powdered his little bottom, put him in a fresh diaper, kissed away his tears, and sat down to let him nurse until he fell asleep? You’ll have to call me to find out . . .
Mommy Emma ~~~ 1-888-249-2374