Being a mother is more work than I ever thought it’d be. I suppose the fact that after being regressed, you’re still the size of a full grown man, but function and behave like a real baby makes it even more difficult. I call up a good friend of mine who’s also a mom, though her kids are the “normal” kind. Meanwhile, you’re playing around on the floor at my feet, catching peeks up my dress. The conversation turns to dirty diapers, and I tell my friend just how disgusting yours can get, especially when you go #2. It just feels like it never ends! Right when I change one it seems like you get busy soiling the next! How am I supposed to keep up with this? If you were an adult, you’d be beyond humiliated by our conversation but you’re just a little baby. I’m getting so frustrated, between the diapers and you hovering beneath my feet, maybe I should just leave those dirty ones on you to teach you a lesson!