As the 6 year old started to rummage around the closet, she quickly recalls why she even was here to begin with: the porcelain seat she used to be so fond of.
Vanilla raised her properly, sure, but she barely had a chance to enjoy diapers. She has to assume they're better than the Potty, anyway, because it stunk and it took her so long to realise that.
Paused out of doing something fun because she had to rush to the toilet, spotted during games of hide and seek when her noises of struggle were heard and geniuenly just being a pain in the behind.
She was sick of it, eventually coming to the conclusion that Vanilla, goddess of all protective mothers, must have some sort of backup padded protection incase she wet the bed, maybe some pull-ups if nothing else.
And she was pretty sure she was right, coming across a overlooked package that had the faint sound of crinkling from the inside. Holding in her hopes, she tore the top of it open and...!
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