“Well,” Steffi told her child. “We’ll have to get him in a diaper, especially since he just had a meal, then we’ll get some clothes on him, and we’ll go out as planned.”
“I don’t need a diaper!” You insist as Steffi carries you further into the house with her two elder daughters in tow.
“He sure can talk,” Becky noted.
“Yes,” Steffi agreed. “He’s quite the little chatterbox.”
“Mommy,” Doris spoke up. “Is Kate stupid?”
Everyone stopped in their tracks. “Young lady!” Steffi scolded.
“Don’t ever say that!” Becky told her sister and gave her a light smack on the head.
“Ow!”
“Rebecca!”
“You hit me!”
“Don’t say Kate’s stupid!”
“Then how come he can talk so good?”
“It’s ‘well’ Mrs. Grammar!”
“Girls!” Steffi scolded. “Doris, everyone develops at their own pace. Kate walked a lot sooner than the other children. Becky, let me handle discipline and never hit anyone.”
“Sorry, mom,” The two girls echoed.
“Good,” Steffi praised. “Now, apologize to each other.”
“Sorry,” The two girls told each other.
“Now, hug like good sisters,” Steffi told her children, and the two girls reluctantly embraced. “Now, let’s get this little guy in some clothes before he has an accident.”
“Mommy,” Doris spoke again. “What’s the new baby’s name?”
“Yeah, Mom,” Becky questioned. “What are we going to call the little guy?”
“Can we name him Doris Jr.?” Doris hopefully inquired.
“He’s a boy!” Becky argued.
“It’s still a pretty name,” Doris narrowed her eyes.
“Girls!” Steffi scolded. “We’ll call him George. That was my brother’s name.”
“George,” Becky repeated. “That’s cute.”
“Georgie,” Doris giggled. “My baby brother, Georgie.”
“He’s not your brother, Doris,” Steffi corrected. “We’re just going to watch him for the day.”
“Yeah,” Becky agreed. “Besides, I thought you said all boys have cooties.”
“Not babies,” Doris explained as she looked at you like a child eyeing their favorite toy. “They’re too cute to have cooties.”
Finally, you reached the nursery, and Steffi opened the door with her two daughters behind her. “Kate,” The mother called to her infant daughter in her crib as she presented you to the child. “Looky, Kate, you’ve got a wittle friend to play with today.”
“Baby,” Kate cooed.
“That’s right, Sweetie,” Steffi praised. “He’s a baby boy a little younger than you.”
“That makes you like his big sister!” Becky chimed in.
“Ig sistah?” Kate repeated.
“Little, big sister,” Doris corrected.
“Doris!” Steffi scolded. “Why don’t you help your sister out of her crib and play peek-a-boo?”
“That’s a baby game,” Doris whined, but a look from her mother made her change her tune. “Come on, Kate, let’s play your stupid baby game.”
“Baby nakey,” Kate giggled.
“You’re right, Sweetie,” Steffi praised as she carried you to the changing table. “Doris,” The mother called hopefully, “Do you want to learn how to diaper a baby today?”
Doris shook her head, making Kate giggle, thinking it was part of their game. “Diapers are icky.”
“I told you!” You insisted, “I don’t need diapers; I’m not a baby!”
“See, Kate?” Doris asked. “Georgie is littler than you, and he talks more good!”
“It’s…” Becky started to argue.
“Girls!” Steffi scolded. “Doris, I don’t want to hear you lecture your sister on her speech ability anymore, or you’re not going to Lucy’s birthday party!”
Doris puffed angrily but went back to her game with Kate. “I’ll help, mom,” Becky said as she held a pink diaper.
“Thank you, Becky,” Steffi praised as she put you on Kate’s changing table. “Sorry, we don’t have any boy clothes, but don’t worry, you’ll look so cute in Kate’s old clothes.”
“I don’t want to look cute!” You yell. “I don’t need diapers! I want you bitches to….”
There was a shared gasp from Becky and Steffi while Doris gigged. “Georgie said a naughty word!”
“Young man!” Steffi scolded. “I don’t know where you learned that language, but we don’t use words like that in this house, and if I hear you swear again, your little fanny is going to get spanked!” You imagined Steffi spanking you while her other children watched; you could see Becky trying to cover Kate’s eyes and ears while Doris laughed. You groaned and decided to swallow your pride for now. Steffi calmed down and diapered you before pulling a pink dress over your head (it probably would have been a less feminine color if not for your little outburst) and adding some sneakers. “You do make a very pretty girl,” Steffi noted.
“Georgie pretty!” Doris noted.
“I think we’ll call her Jenny when she’s like this,” Steffi noted. “We don’t want to draw any attention.” The mother turned to her children. “Okay, girls and,” She paused and looked at you for a moment before smiling, “Girls, now we can go to….”
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