Your mother, Molly, enters the room smiling and almost laughing at your crying.
"Aww... did my little Miles wet himself? I think Miles needs a diaper change, yes he does!"
Suddenly, your mother scoops you up in her arm and lifts you up, in an almost impossible sight, as you were still the size of a teenager. But your mother carried you over her shoulder like a baby!
"Shh, shh, Miles, it will all be OK soon." Molly said, patting you on the back, trying to calm you down from crying.
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