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[adultbabystories]

Somewhere Far - Part 6

Oliver crawled on the wooden floor, just behind Garry. From the main door, after a short hallway, they reached the main living room. The house was well-lit with natural light coming from the windows. The ceiling was high, the furniture looked big, and Oliver felt small. He never had experience with that perspective, being that low on the ground, looking up, crawling. His nakedness added to his vulnerability. 

An older gentleman, well dressed, standing above him in the man’s big house, while he was naked on the floor, looking up, and having an uncontrolled erection. He felt degraded, he felt like the man’s plaything. Was he a toy to play with? A baby to handle? A person to be owned? 

“Over here, tag along,” said Garry.

Garry led Oliver inside the house, and behind Garry, Oliver saw a door at the end of the hallway, with a colorful sign decorating it. ”NURSERY”

”I got it ready for your arrival, so from the first second you’ll crawl in, we will start. The moment I open the door, I want you to crawl in and take it all. This is all for you, because you need it, and because I want it.” Garry explained.

”But before it all happens, I need to do something, I need to mark you as mine. Just a little mark, a… metaphorical one. From my experience, this little act will enhance this moment. Face the door on all fours and spread your legs a bit,” he told Oliver.

Nervously, Oliver did what he was told. What was going on? How is he going to be marked?

”Look at me,” Garry ordered.

Looking up, their gazes crossed. Garry's face was dead serious and silent. Oliver’s were worrying. Garry took his hand and grabbed one of Oliver’s butt cheeks, which made Oliver tremble a bit. Then with the same hand, he reached for Oliver’s mouth and softly inserted his thumb into the man’s lips, which Oliver reluctantly took. 

His penis shook in excitement.  After a second, Garry took the same thumb and gave it a long lick with his own tongue. It seemed like he was adding more saliva than taking Oliver’s.

Oliver looked at that man and thought to himself, what kind of ceremonies does this man have.

Suddenly, Garry ordered,” Open your legs, now”.

Garry’s thumb touched the start of Oliver’s crack and slowly found its way to the man’s hole, leaving a wet and sticky trail of the two men’s saliva. 

The slippery thumb slowly and softly began to play with the hole. Searching for a way in.

All this time, Oliver was unaware that Garry had taken a knee down to his side. He only noticed when Garry whispered to his ear ”Thank me baby - say thank you, Daddy”.

”Thank you Daddy,” Oliver said, and he felt the thumb creeping inside of him a bit.

”Again”

”Thank you Daddy,” his voice broke.

”Again, but so softly I don’t even want to hear your voice,” Garry whispered so quietly into his ear that he almost couldn’t hear him.

”Thank you DADDY!” as Oliver whispered, the thumb found its way inside.

”Ahhhhhhhh,” Oliver moaned, his arms crumbled and his upper body and head collapsed to the floor. His arms and head were lying still in front of the nursery’s door, while his ass was up, and had Garry's thumb stuck in it.

Beneath him, drops of precum left his throbbing erection and fell to the floor.

Garry was kneeling next to his new boy. He knew that every baby loves the opening ceremony. 

[mommyanna750]

[bbcharlotte]

This. I have been dreaming about this scene for 40 years. Maybe even longer. This is want I wanted. And still want. (Art by the ever amazing @primonline)

[ameliemommy]

Diaper Change Tease

The nursery was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the lamp on the changing table, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smelled faintly of baby powder and lavender, the scent of bedtime rituals and comfort. You’d been clingy all evening, following Mommy from room to room, your arms wrapped around her legs, your voice small and whiny as you begged for just one more story, one more cuddle. She’d indulged you, of course, but now it was time for bed. And bedtime meant one thing: a fresh diaper.

You lay on the changing table, the padded surface cool against your bare back. The plastic sheet crinkled beneath you as you shifted, your legs kicking restlessly. Mommy stood beside you, her hands deft as she unfastened the tapes of your soaked diaper. The wet padding sagged as she peeled it away, the cool air hitting your skin and making you shiver. You bit your lip, your face already warm with embarrassment. You knew she could see how flushed you were, how your body had already started to react to her touch.

“Mmm, someone’s a little excited tonight,” Mommy murmured, her voice thick with amusement. She wiped you down with a warm, damp cloth, her fingers lingering just a second too long as she cleaned you. You squirmed, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Her touch was gentle but deliberate, tracing circles over your hips, down your thighs, and then… oh… there. You gasped as her fingers brushed against you, your body betraying you instantly. She chuckled, low and knowing. “Look at you. Such a needy boy for Mommy.”

You wanted to protest, to tell her to stop, but the words died in your throat. Instead, you just whimpered, your fingers clutching at the edges of the changing table. She powdered you next, the puff of white dust billowing into the air before settling onto your skin. The scent was thick, babyish, and it only made the moment feel more intimate, more real. You were at her mercy, and she knew it.

Mommy reached for the fresh diaper, unfolding it with a practiced flick of her wrists. It was thick, extra thick, the kind that would make you waddle when you walked, the kind that would crinkle with every movement. She slid it beneath you, the plastic backing cool and smooth against your skin. But she didn’t tape it up. Not yet.

Instead, her hand found its way to the front of the diaper, her fingers pressing down through the dry padding. You let out a broken sound, your hips jerking up off the table. “Does this feel nice, baby?” she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. You nodded frantically, your face burning. You hated how much you loved it, how your body arched into her touch without a second thought. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Mommy’s going to take such good care of you,” she cooed, her other hand pressing down on your hip to keep you still. “But you have to be a good boy for me. Can you do that?” You nodded again, your voice lost somewhere between a whimper and a plea. Her fingers worked you through the diaper, the padding muffling the sound of her touch but doing nothing to dull the sensation. If anything, it made it better, the way the plastic crinkled, the way the thickness of the diaper pressed back against you, trapping you in the moment.

Your hips started to lift off the table, your body moving on its own, grinding into her hand. She let you, her smile widening as she watched you unravel. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Show Mommy how much you love your Pampers.” Her fingers picked up speed, her touch firm and unyielding. You could feel it building, coiling tight in your stomach, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the room, a constant reminder of what you were, who you belonged to.

“P-please,” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling. You didn’t even know what you were begging for, more, less, something, but Mommy seemed to understand. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Shhh, baby. Mommy’s got you.” Her hand didn’t stop. If anything, it moved faster, her fingers pressing harder, her touch demanding. You were lost in it, in her, in the way your body responded so eagerly to her command.

And then… It hit you like a wave. Your back arched off the table, your fingers clawing at the padded surface as your body tensed. A gasp tore from your throat, your hips jerking wildly as you spilled your seed into the diaper, the padding growing warm and sticky beneath you. You collapsed back against the table, your chest heaving, your face flushed and damp with sweat. The diaper was a mess, your mess, and the realization of it sent another shudder through you.

Mommy finally taped up the diaper, her movements slow and deliberate as she secured the tabs. She patted your thigh, her touch lingering. “There we go,” she said, her voice soft but laced with satisfaction. “All sticky for bedtime.” She lifted you off the table, cradling you against her chest. You could feel the weight of the diaper between your legs, the warmth of your release seeping into the padding. It was humiliating. It was perfect.

She carried you to your crib, tucking you in with a kiss to your forehead. “Now you remember how much you love your diapers, don’t you?” she whispered, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. You nodded, your cheeks still burning, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. She smiled, pulling the blanket up to your chin. “Good boy. Sleep tight.”

And as she turned off the light, leaving you in the soft glow of the nightlight, you realized something: you did love your diapers. You loved the way they made you feel small, and safe, and hers. And as you drifted off to sleep, the weight of your sticky diaper a constant, comforting reminder, you knew you’d never forget it.

[babydou17]

Reposting a favorite of mine from our previous blog.

Throwback to when I showed you all how I helped my little guy associate babyfood with a “feel good” sensation… 😉 A technique I still use from time to time just to make dinners a little bit more eventful and exciting!

[storiesagehumiliation666]

What will you be wearing to the beech

Awww, sweetie pie, don’t cry! You made a big choice sleeping with my husband. What a silly mistake! Now, not only is your marriage done for, but I’m in charge of you completely!

Just think, with one little push of a button, your toes will be curling, and everyone will see your happy face. Isn’t that fun?

Today, you have a special job! You’re going to clean this whole room filled with baby powder, and guess what? You’ll be using your toothbrush! I want it to sparkle and shine, nice and squeaky clean.

But if you don’t do a good job, oh dear, you might just find yourself on the beach wearing only your chastity belt! Every step you take, I’ll press the happy button, and your toes will curl with embarrassment.

If you make it super clean, I might let you wear one of those cute little nappies to the beach. You can play like a good little girl in the sand, but remember, that chastity belt will still be on! So, are you ready to get started, sweetie?

[storiesagehumiliation666]

Little miss know it all beeing marched

Being dragged to the changing table in your 30s feels like a nightmare that should be illegal, especially when your only "crime" was being a know-it-all.

"Sammy, you really think you know better than everyone else?" her mum scolded, a smirk on her face. Before she knew it, Sammy was over her mum's lap, her pants pulled down, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable.

"Please, Mum! I was just trying to help!" Sammy cried, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. The sound of a firm smack echoed through the room, and Sammy's face turned crimson. "That's for being a know-it-all!" her mum declared, the other mothers giggling at the scene unfolding before them.

The march to the changing room was a daily humiliation whenever she went with her mummy to the babies and grown-ups messy play. Sammy would spend the morning sobbing, her hands covered in mortifying foods like flour, beans, and spaghetti, while her bum bum felt the sting of her earlier punishment.

"Look at Sammy! She's such a messy little girl!" one of the former high school friends chimed in, laughing as she tossed a handful of mushy baby food in Sammy's direction.

After the playtime, the mummies would all gather around, helping each other tidy up while taking turns scrubbing down the little ones. "Come here, Sammy! Time for your bath!" her mum called, as the other mothers watched with amusement.

Worst of all was that some of these mummies were her old friends from high school, their laughter ringing in her ears as she was stripped down and prepared for a humiliating diaper change. "Don't worry, sweetie, we all know how messy you can get!" one of them teased, making Sammy feel even smaller.

As she lay there, completely naked and exposed, Sammy couldn't help but wish for the ground to swallow her whole. The laughter and playful banter of the mothers only added to her humiliation

[littlegirl-littlepanda]

Kurz Urlaub an der Nordsee 🏖️🌞 Teil 1

[ssnugglebuggie]

smol bean!

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[diaper-girls-ai]

[purrfect-stuffy-3]

Magical lil one 🦄✨

[susiefriils]

A DIAPER DIMENSION STORY. My name is Dave Warrender, and for years, a peculiar fascination consumed me. It wasn’t a typical hobby, not one I could readily share. I was an adult sissy baby enthusiast, utterly captivated by the idea of complete helplessness and infantilization. But it wasn’t just the fantasy; it was the Diaper Dimension that truly held me spellbound.

The Diaper Dimension. A whispered legend amongst a very specific online community. A parallel reality, remarkably similar to our own, save for one crucial difference: the scale. The inhabitants, known as “Bigs,” were colossal compared to us, the “Littles.” We’d be the size of 18-month-old babies, utterly at their mercy. And the laws… the laws were terrifying. Any Little caught within the Dimension could be legally adopted, placed in nappies and baby clothes, and raised as a permanent infant by a doting Big. No return ticket.

I’d made my fortune on the stock exchange, a comfortable life allowing me to indulge my… interests. My collection of baby clothes, pacifiers, and other paraphernalia was extensive, a secret world hidden within our sprawling home. My wife, Corinne, knew about my fetish. She tolerated it, barely. I suspect my wealth was the only thing keeping her from walking out the door. She found it… distasteful, to say the least.

For years, I’d dreamed of experiencing the Diaper Dimension firsthand. To feel the utter surrender of being babied by a Big, to be dressed and cared for, to be utterly and completely helpless. I wanted to be a little girl, swaddled and cooed over, my needs anticipated and met. I wanted the humiliation, the vulnerability, the complete loss of control.

“Corinne,” I began one evening, my voice trembling with a mixture of hope and trepidation. “I need your help. I need to go to the Diaper Dimension.”

She sighed, a long-suffering sound that I’d become intimately familiar with. “Dave, we’ve been over this. It’s insane. It’s dangerous. And frankly, it’s… embarrassing.”

“I know, I know,” I pleaded. “But I’ve researched it. I’ve found a way. I’ve even built the portal generator. I just… I need someone to operate it, to set the coordinates. And I need to know someone will be there to bring me back. I don’t want to get stuck.”

I laid out my plan, detailing the safeguards I’d put in place, the emergency return sequence. I begged, I reasoned, I promised to curtail my… hobbies. To my utter astonishment, she finally nodded.

“A week,” she said, her voice cold. “One week of this ridiculousness. Maybe if you actually experience it, you’ll finally get it out of your system.”

A wave of relief washed over me. “Thank you, Corinne. Thank you.”

She’d managed to contact a resident of the Dimension, a woman named Penny, who had agreed to meet me and facilitate my return after seven days. It had taken weeks of coded messages and complex calculations, but she’d done it. I showed her how to power up the portal, how to input the coordinates Penny had provided for my arrival and departure.

I’d prepared everything. A soft, pink baby dress with a matching bonnet. A fluffy, absorbent nappy. Immobilizing mittens, designed to render my hands useless. Leather reins, for a touch of authenticity. And a sturdy stroller, because what’s a Little without a stroller? I even had a pacifier, specially designed to be removed only by a Big.

The day arrived. I stood before Corinne, dressed in my chosen outfit, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. She fitted the mittens, the soft leather instantly restricting my movements. Then, she buckled me into the reins, attaching them to the stroller.

She looked down at me, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She pushed the pacifier into my mouth, and I instinctively began to suckle.

“You look ridiculous,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Absolutely ridiculous.”

Her demeanour shifted. The tolerant, albeit exasperated, wife was gone. In her place stood a woman radiating cold authority, looking down on me with undisguised contempt.

“I’m tired of having a sissy baby for a husband, Dave,” she said, her voice hard. “There is no one called Penny.”

My heart lurched. “What? What are you talking about?”

She ignored my question. “You want to experience being a helpless little baby? So be it.” She cackled, a chilling sound that echoed in the room. “Enjoy your second babyhood.”

With a final, dismissive push, she sent the stroller rolling towards the shimmering portal. I tried to cry out, to protest, but the pacifier muffled my voice. I flailed my mitten-covered hands, utterly helpless.

Then, the world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors, and I was plunged into the Diaper Dimension.

The transition was painless, disorienting, and terrifying. I was trapped in the stroller, surrounded by towering buildings and enormous people. Everything was… huge. The grass was like a forest, the cars like monstrous beasts. And the Bigs… they were everywhere, looking down at me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

I was utterly, completely, and irrevocably a Little. And Corinne… Corinne had betrayed me. I was alone, lost, and at the mercy of a dimension that offered no escape. My second babyhood had begun, and I had a sickening feeling it would last a lifetime

[babydou17]

"The Life!" - Chapter 5 (Remastered)

You can find other chapters by searched #TheLifeABDL on our blog.

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Peter and Mark look at each other smiling, delighted by Jake’s answer. Finally they had found the missing link to their family. So much planning and spendings without any positive outcome until this very moment.

Their efforts paid off.

Not without any emotion, Peter looks at Mark unfold the first of many many thick paddings Jake will be wearing from now on. “Lift up your bum please buddy.”

Jake follows the instruction and tries to relax as a Pamp is being placed under his bottom. For the very first time, someone was putting him in a diapee. His absolute dream! He had never heard of ABDL less than two years ago and is now being babied by not only one but two daddies. How quickly things change… he thinks to himself.

Needless to say that this whole situation got him extremely excited and what his daddies now call “his little willy”, “peepee” or “naughty bits” was definitely not hiding his excitement.

“Now JayJay, we will have to do something about this”, Mark says pointing at Jake’s hard-on. He then opens a drawer and grabs a brand new flashy yellow chastity cage. “As stated on your new rules, your peepee will be locked at all times in this little thing. I hope you like yellow because you will be seeing this every single day.” Mark chuckles.

“Do not worry though, Daddy and I will probably have to buy smaller-sized ones after some time and we promise to change the color for a bit of diversity!”

Peter gently grabs Jake’s very excited member and slowly motions it up and down.

“For this time only, we will do it like big boys do. Just so we can get this tiny bit of big boyness left in your body out and get this cage on.”

Peter continues his motion slowly and gently, seeing that Jake could burst at any moment, clearly overstimulated by everything happening to him.

As he sees a first sign of Jake about to finish and feels tension in his hand, he stops stroking.

Jake climaxes and expects his Daddy to keep going but his orgasm ends up ruined in a few seconds. He is beyond frustrated after so much anticipation since entering this house and is left panting and with a sticky puddle on his tummy. “Wh…why daddy ? Why did you stop ?”, he says flustered.

“Oh I’m sorry kiddo, I knew you would not like it the big boy way. That’s simply proves it’s not for you. I promise you will enjoy your next stickies better.” Peter replies while Mark struggles to contain his laugh. He did not know Peter could be so imaginative in his daddy role. That was bit mean from Peter but all for the best.

With this, Peter grabs a few wipes and cleans Jake’s sticky tummy. Mark then immediately places the cage over Jake’s now soft member and locks it in place.

Peter snaps a few pictures of the whole diapering process. “This will go into the book of baby’s firsts with Papa and Daddy!”

Once locked, the diapering becomes much easier. Despite a bit of hesitation from Mark and Peter since this is also their first time, Jake is quickly powdered and diapered into a thick Peekabu.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Shouts Peter. “Our little JayJay lost a guessing game earlier when we arrived and should be double-diapered tonight!”

Mark laughs and looks at Peter grabbing a second Peekabu diaper. “Whatever you want honey! We won’t be running out anytime soon. Can you finish preparing him while I go set-up the living room ?”.

Peter nods and gets to work while Mark goes downstairs to finally take out the playpen and highchair which have been stored in the attic for months.

Jake lays on his changing table in his fresh double-padding and tries to get accustomed to his new plastic companion inside his Pamps. He still is frustrated from his ruined orgasm but is already getting excited again in his cage. This time, daddy and papa won’t be able to see it at least…

Peter picks out a matching set of onesie and footies with jungle prints and lovingly puts them on Jake.

“How are you feeling babyboy ?” He asks while snapping the onesie’s crotch snaps and zipping up the soft footed pajamas . “Are you happy ?”

Jake nods “Yes daddy but can I ask something ?”

Peter finishes dressing up his kiddo and looks at him in the eyes. “Of course little one, you can always ask anything to Daddy and Papa. What is it ?”

“I just wonder… why should my uhm… peepee be locked up? It’s not comfortable.”

“Aww, I know sweetie, it’s hard. You will get used to it I promise. Daddy and Papa just need to make sure you are being a good boy.

Do you remember when you told me during our online chats that whenever you made stickies you did not feel like a babyboy anymore and did not want to wear a diapee ? That can’t happen now, can it ? You need to be a good boy for Daddy and Papa all the time now. No breaks from filling your pants!

Also, this is simply the logical way of things. Babies do not get happy in their Pamps and that will be the same for you. Papa and I know that you will still have urges, so we will make sure to remove this icky tiny bit of big boyness in you from time to time, but that will be with your cage on and into your diapees, without exception.

Big boy fun is for Papa and Daddy only.

However, when Papa and Daddy are having their fun in their room, they will sometimes keep some special milkies just for you to have in your baba so that one day, in a long long time, you may be able to potentially think about being a big boy again. But that’s not for now buddy.”

Jake did not expect this answer at all and is left speechless and nervous. “B..but daddy, what do you mean by special milkies ?”

“Well…while when you have naughty fun your peepee makes stickies, Papa and Daddy’s make milkies. You will never have to do anything with daddy and papa but we will keep the milkies for you Buddy. This is important and will help you be a good boy.”

“But how will you keep the… milkies ?” Jake asks.

Peter goes into the master bedroom and comes back showing Jake an package of condoms. “How are these called JayJay?”

“Uh…condoms, Daddy.”

Peter gives Jake a stern look. “That’s not an appropriate word for you sweetie, how about… big boy balloons? Yes, that’s how we’ll call these from now on. So… Papa and Daddy will make milkies in those big boy balloons just for you, that’s how it will work.”

Jake blushes and makes a weird face, lost between the fear of this new step but also with a throbbing chastity cage. It is a lot of new steps in his life but also what he knows he needs and crave.

“Don’t worry little one, we will do it step by step, I promise. All Papa and I want is your happiness. Just be a good boy and everything will be alright.”

Mark calls from downstairs : “what are you guys doing ? Everything is ready!”

“Oh! Let’s not make Papa wait any longer” Peter murmurs to Jake while putting his pacifier back in his mouth. “We’re coming honey!”

Peter looks at the time and picks up Jake in his arms “6pm already ! Let’s show you everything downstairs and get some dindins in your belly shall we ? But to start the daddy train and head downstairs, a paci kiss is requested for payment!"

Jake giggles and gives a kiss on his daddy’s left cheek.

“Choo choo, welcome aboard our Daddy Train Mr. BabyJay, our next stop is : Downstairs !” Peter says playfully as he sees his boy slowly breaking his big boy shell to let his true self come out.

“Yaaaay!” shouts Jake.

To be continued.

[unhingedgoblintott]

Turning stars ⭐️ to dust ✨

[maverickindiapers]

Glad he's staying hydrated, but Daddy really hopes that diaper holds up until meal time is over 😬

See more at one of the links below!

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[littlefoxmelchan-dl]

Vintage Baby 🤭

-diapers: L3 by Abena

[thekinkyplayground]

Forgetful

Penny's adorable brown eyes are fluttering, as she sits on a training potty in front of the television, watching the evening's third episode of "Peppa Pig." The poor girl forgot to remove her diaper before using the potty, which, while annoying, also is sadly not uncommon in this house anymore. It's funny- the girl can remember all the characters and plot devices of a British television show about anthropomorphic pigs and their animal friends and recite them ad nauseum while I attempt to feed her, but somehow, removing her Huggies before using the loo was simply beyond her. Go figure. I sigh, approaching with a fresh diaper in my hand. "Sweetie?" I ask, bracing myself internally for the battle about to follow. "Wha, Dada..." She mumbles, still entranced by the show, thumb in mouth. "It's night-night time, sweetie." Now I've got her attention. The woman-turned-toddler looks up at me, a look of fear and indignance on her face. She turned her head so fast that one of her brown pigtails brushes her cheek. "But daddy.... I wanna watch Peppa!" "Penny, no. You've already watched three whole episodes. It's time to get you changed and off to beddy-bye. You know how you get when you're tired." My baby girl is a supremely adorable one, but also prone to incidents of brattiness. "Daddy... stop..." My baby girl stands up, now facing me. It's an adorable sight, the woman wearing a Frozen t-shirt and a big white and purple diaper swinging pendulously between her legs, full of pee-pees, especially given what she's about to say to me next- "I dun wanna weaw diapees anymowe..." "Baby, your diaper is soaked right now. You need them." I seize her wrist, hearing a soft whimper. "Now, come on, before I put you in the corner for disobeying." "Daddy... noooooo..."My baby girl is now crying as I lead her over to the changing table. The poor thing. I set her up on the table, laying her down and removing her diaper. "Pwease Daddy, dis embawwassin! I alweady went potty!" "Baby girl..." I begin wiping her crotch, cooing at her all the while. "You did so good trying to go potty for me, but..."

"T-trying?" She asks. Poor girl probably didn't even notice. Her object permanence and her knowledge of proper potty protocol has been absolutely wrecked. "You have to take your diaper off before going potty, honey." The girl's eyes, moist with fresh, hot tears, open wide. "What?" She asks, in disbelief, as I tape a new diaper on. The error of her ways is setting in, as a fresh wave of humiliation causes her to cover her face with her eyes. "N-no! Come ON!" "Sorry, baby." I finish taping the new diaper on, hoisting the petite girl onto my hip like a real toddler. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it someday." I'm lying, of course. I know for a fact that deep down, despite the embarrassment and shame, she doesn't want to "get the hang of it" and I don't want her to. "O-okay, Daddy..." She sniffles, as I pull her in close and bring her to her room. "Daddy... can I sweep wif you tonight?" She asks. My baby girl has tried this so many times that I could practically recite the conversation ad verbatim. It's like a script we both read from, playing a part in a nightly play for an audience of stuffies. "Baby, where do little girls sleep?" I ask, in the same tired yet inquisitive tone from last night. "In- in deir cribs..." She disappointedly replies. "Why, honey?" I ask, knowing the answer as well as she does. "Be-cuz... Daddy mean." Ooh, a new twist. "Penny..." I call, in a warning tone, setting her on a beanbag chair and lowering the bars of her crib. "Why do babies sleep in cribs?" "Daddy!" She whines, indignantly. "Imma widdle giwl, nodda baby!"

"Okay, then, sweetie, why do little girls sleep in cribs?" I ask, in a tone that borders on mocking. "Cuz, Daddy wants to keep dem safe." Finally, the right answer. I ruffle her brown hair, causing her to giggle. I love her laugh. It's so bubbly and cute. "Good little girl." I smile, handing her a stuffie. It's a unicorn, a well-loved off-white thing with a sparkly purple mane and a glittery horn. Getting the bottle on her nightstand, filled with milk, I lay her down, draping a soft "b'anky" on her crinkly, diapered hips, and then kissing her on the forehead. I give her a baba as I shut off the light, an Ariel night-light offering the only light in the room. "I wuv'ou, Daddy..." The girl's soft brown eyes flutter once again, this time closing. "I love you too, baby girl." I whisper, closing the door and allowing my baby girl to drift off to dreamland and forget all of her cares and worries.