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“I don’t need a diaper change,” you pout, dramatically sticking your bottom lip out. I roll my eyes and smirk, knowing full well that you need to be changed. You think you’re so sly, but I’m not falling for it. The air in here is thick with your stench. I wonder what you ate for breakfast.
“Come on, Mr. Stinky,” I tease, using your favorite nickname. “Let’s get you all cleaned up.” You squeal and try to run away, but I’m too quick for you. “Nooooo…I’m already clean!” I chase you around the room, laughing as you giggle and try to escape. You’re usually fast, but are held down by the weight of your diaper. “I don’t want a diaper change!” you protest as you waddle across the room, diaper sagging. I pretend you’re too fast for me, then catch you. You give in and take my hand as I lead you to the changing table. “You need a new diaper because your bum STINKS,” I say setting you down on the table. Your pouty face and crossed arms are cute, but you don’t fight me anymore. “How about you pick out your own diaper this time, while