This is so infuriating, being treated like a toddler! You pout and push Rebecca’s hand away.
You decide since you can’t form words with your tongue-burn, you will try to show your babysitter how you happened to wet the front of your pants. Rebecca follows you to the entrance of the kitchen, where she smiles and says, “Mmmm! That soup your mommy left on for us smells yummy, doesn’t it”, and suddenly you feel yourself being bodily hoisted up into the arms of you much larger caretaker for the evening, “But first we need to at least wipe baby and find you some fresh togs to wear, don’t we? Now, let’s go find your siblings and see if they need changing, too!”
Rebecca lingers just long enough in the family room to see that your baby sister and brother are well-behaved in their playpen, and with dry diapers. While she checks them, you try to head down the hall to your own room to change out of the now cold, wet pants. Catching up with you again, Rebecca seems angry with you as she picks you up under the arms and shakes you around, “Now where do you think you’re going, mister? Your siblings are doing fine, but you certainly are the attention-starved little brat, aren’t you?”
You try to wrestle free as she easily carries you down the hall to your baby sibling’s bedroom/changing area, where she decides to -
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