Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
You’ve given me control of your bladder. Now it’s up to me whether you get potty privileges or not. You know I’m leaning heavily toward the not side of things. If you thought that I’d put you in diapers, you thought wrong. Because I find it much more fun and satisfying to make you tinkle in your pants. When we go out on outings, I tell you to let me know when you need to potty. I give you hope that I’ll take you and let you wee when the time comes. But you don’t see the wicked thought inside my head that will end with you walking around in wet pants in front of everyone.
Potty
Adorably, you tug on my pants leg. Mommy, I need to go potty. I look down at you, not letting you in on my nefarious plan. Smiling sweetly, I tell you I’ll take you in just a minute. I need to finish picking out the right bottle of dish detergent. Then, I make sure to take my time. You dance and hop from foot to foot as the need builds up inside your tummy. I hear you whimper while trying to be patient. But you know you’re fighting a losing battle in your bladder.
You feel the first trickles letting you know it’s almost too late. I look down when you tug on my pants leg again to get my attention. You tell me it’s an emergency now. Mommy, I need to go right now. Your hands clutching the crotch of your pants with desperation in your eyes. I reassure you that we’ll be going in just a moment. Then pick up another bottle of dish soap pretending to read the back intently. I hear you gasp and know that my plan has played out to fruition.
Zesty Zoey
1-844-332-2639 Ext 403