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It’s Never Silent in the Nursery

This story is fictional and meant for mature audiences only. All characters are 18+.

  CW: ABDL, DDL, Impact Play, Diapers, Wetting, Little POV

It’s Never Silent in the Nursery

I whimper as I hear Daddy come up behind me while I’m standing in the corner.  I hear him sigh with disappointment and the clink and rustle of his belt coming undone.

  “I’m sorry Daddy…”

  “Hush,” Daddy says sternly.  He gently grabs my arm and leads me to the bed, bending me over at the waist and pushing my face into the blankets.  He maneuvers my arms into position, with my hands resting on the small of my back.  “Keep them there, I don’t want to hit your fingers by accident.”

  I nod as I turn my head to lay on my cheek, just in time to see Daddy lay his belt down next to me.  I feel his hands around my waist, gently tugging my jeans down.

  “Step out.”

  I obey.  I feel Daddy’s hands at my waist again, this time wedging my pullup in between my buttcheeks, exposing as much flesh as possible.  His hands return to mine as he ensures my arms haven’t moved.  He leans forward and kisses the top of my head.

  “You know the drill, 20 spanks, then a break…Ok?” His hands move up to my back as he rubs my back soothingly.  “If you have a good enough apology, we end there… if not, 20 more.”

  I nod and immediately tense up as I hear him stand. The floorboards creak and his hand appears in front of me, grabbing the belt and holding it out for me.   

  “Kiss for comfort?” He asks.  I can almost hear the smile on his face as I pucker my lips and press them against the belt.  The smell of leather embeds itself in my mind, making me recall all the previous times I disappointed him.

  I am quickly dragged back to the present moment as I feel Daddy gently caress my thigh, right before hearing him wind up, the whistle of the belt, and the loud SMACK that precedes the jolt of pain and the recoil throughout my body.  

  I respond immediately, burying my face into the blankets on the bed, and whimpering intensely into them.  

  “Let’s work on your counting Babykins.  Can you count for me?” Daddy says from behind me. 

  “One” I say my voice still muffled by the blankets

  “I need to hear you.”

  I bring my head up to repeat myself, only for Daddy to take the opportunity to hear me cry out unmuffled.  I hear the belt whistle through the air again and make contact.  My reaction is uncontrollable.  I cry out “Aughhh! OWIE,” almost against my will. 

  I hear Daddy stifle a laugh, my childlike reaction causing him to briefly break the intensity of the scene.  Quickly recovering he asks me again, “How many was that?” 

  “Two” I say returning my head to its normal position with my face buried back in the blankets.

  The rest of the spanks carried on without much fanfare, with us carrying out our normal routine.  Halfway through Daddy gently takes my hand and I squeeze it, letting him know I am ok to continue.  With five to go Daddy slows down, giving me more time to recover.  The last two Daddy tells me to start thinking about my apology.  

  Then the last one.  Daddy loves taking his time on this one, letting me simmer with the stings of all the previous spanks still fresh on my mind.  With my head still buried in the blankets I do my best to try and deduce what he is planning next. 

  I hear him take a step forward and place his hand on the bed next to me.  I feel his lips on the back of my head as he kisses me, then stands up.  “Sit tight for me.  I’ll be back in a bit” 

  I hear Daddy’s footsteps go towards the door, then the sound of the door closing and the latch securing, locking me in.  For the first time since we started I relax.  I move my arms up to the bed next to me and unclench muscles that I didn’t realize were clenched.  

  I know better than to move from my position, but my curious mind was getting the better of me.  I tilt my head sideways again to see the belt laying next to me again.  I do my best to look around some more without moving that much, keeping my head down and my rear sticking out as instructed.  Unfortunately there was nothing within my eyeline to entertain me, leaving me alone with my thoughts.  

  I hear Daddy moving around in the other room, the clinking of a glass, then footsteps, then… silence.

  I strain my ears, eager to hear something else, some sort of indication of his presence… his return… but there is nothing.    

  It’s never silent in the Nursery.  

  I shudder as it hits me how quiet it actually is.  It’s never like this.  This space is usually brimming with the clink of my toys, gently droning of my cartoons, my giggles and Daddy’s reassurances.  But now simply lies enveloped in silence… and it’s incredibly overwhelming.  

  I shift my footing uncomfortably. The floor creaks under the change in pressure, the sound echoing like a gunshot, endlessly through the room.  Slowly I feel the tension in my ears growing.  I am longing to hear something…anything from the other room.  Any sign that my Daddy is returning, is present…is at least thinking of me?  

  Nothing…Until…

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  What is that? I think to myself as I strain my ears to hear again.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  The clock! I think to myself.  I can count the ticks! 

  I start counting, excited to have something to do.

  121…122…123… That got boring fast. I return back to looking around trying to find something to capture my attention.  Boredom setting in fast the pressure of the silence grows in my ears again.  

  And now there was another pressure starting to grow…

See, I had been out the night before, something that doesn’t happen often without Daddy because my shy little self usually can’t be dragged out of the house. But I had the chance to reconnect with some old friends, so I decided to go for it.

Unfortunately, I ended up being out way past my curfew, which normally, that wouldn’t be a problem if I’d just let Daddy know.  Instead, I made the brilliant decision to turn off my phone, not wanting to spoil the fun for myself and my friends.

Three hours after my curfew, I stumbled home half-drunk, only to find Daddy waiting for me… and he was not pleased.  He cleaned me up, stripped me of my going-out outfit, and locked me in my room with Advil, a large water bottle, and a pullup “Just in case.”

Tick…Tick…Tick…

  I eagerly listen for any sign of movement in the other room…but again…nothing

I start shifting around uncomfortably, hoping Daddy would come back soon and tell me what to do.  I whimper as even my movements weren’t helping the pressure on my bladder.

I start to panic some more, the growing urge to go setting off alarm bells in my head..  

“…Daddy?” I whisper into the silence.

  I hear a *whirr* behind me. The Nanny Cam! I hear a *click* as it locks into position

  “Yes?” I hear Daddy’s voice, mechanized by the nanny cams speaker.

  “I…Uh…Hafta pee Daddy!” I say hopefully.

  I hear the camera whirr and click again, then silence.

  “Daddy…?”

  Nothing.  No movement, no footsteps, nothing.  

  It’s never silent in the nursery.  

  I whimper again, almost as if to provide myself with some comfort from the silence as it sets back in. 

  Still in the agonizing position daddy put me in, I start gently releasing my pee into the pullup, hoping it won’t overflow. 

  The gentle hissing noise slowly fills the room, pushing away the silence slightly.

  Tick…Hiss…Tick…Hiss…Tick…Hiss

  My confidence grows as time goes on, but eventually my control gives way, the full contents of my bladder flowing torrentially into my pullup…down my leg…onto the floor.

  Hissssssssssss….drip…drip…drip

  Eventually, what feels like after an eternity, the stream of water down my leg slows to a as the last of the pee drips from my leg.  

  The silence returns, accented by the tick of the clock and the drips of my pee.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “Daddy?” I whisper again anxiously. 

  Whirrrrrrr…Click…

  “…Yes?” The mechanized voice says again.

  “I…uh…had an accident”

  A sigh comes through the speaker.

  “And..?” The voice says

  “andddddd…Uhh…I love you Daddy!” I whisper, not sure what else to say. 

  More silence follows.

  “And…I’m sorry I stayed out too late…and didn’t check in with you…and for turning off my phone so you couldn’t track me…and for calling an uber instead of you to pick me up…and for drinking too much with my friends..and for being bratty when I got back…and for telling you you are a horrible daddy…and…and…and…” I babble on and on until I hear the click of the door open behind me.

  I quickly straighten up, moving my arms back, head forward, and sticking my rear end out again.

  I hear Daddy slowly walk over to me and feel the bed dip down.  I turn my head to see him sitting next to me.  He puts his hand on my cheek.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “It’s ok Babykins,” He whispers, comforting me “I know you weren’t thinking straight last night.”

  I start to stand up straight only for him to put his hand on my back to keep me pinned down.

  “No no no,” Daddy murmurs quietly.  “You still have at least one more spank little one.  And I don’t want you spreading your mess all over the place” 

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  I look anxiously at him as he gets back up, He lowers the belt to my lips once more.

  “Kiss for comfort?” 

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

I pucker my lips again and brace for the last hit, knowing Daddy won’t hold back with this being the final one. 

  “Ok Daddy, I’m ready,” I whisper quietly

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  Daddy repositions himself behind me and gently grazes my thighs with the belt, before bringing the belt down a final time.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip… SMACK.

  The sound fills the room, breaking the silent tension that had been building since he left.  My cry echos in response, because as predicted, he did not hold back.  

  @#$%!…Mmph…Nnh…Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “…20” I whimper out painfully, my pain muffled by the blankets.  

  The simmering of my rear end had left me very sensitive, with the welts and bruises forming from the previous nineteen spanks making everything nice and tender. Immediately feel Daddy’s hand is back in mine, squeezing it, making sure I’m ok.  I squeeze back.

  “Ok Babykins that’s it,” Daddy says soothingly,” I think you learned your lesson,” He places his belt down next to me and gently removes my arms from my back while helping me stand up straight.  “Stay here, I’ll go get the towels,”  he says, leaving the room to gather the necessary supplies.

  Alone again, but this time, the atmosphere had changed.  I look down at the puddle I made, seeing how far it had spread across the floor.  

  My eyes then make contact with the mirror.  I turn my rear end towards it trying to see the extent of the damage.  I let out a slight grin as I see the welts and bruises starting to form.  As much as the spankings hurt, I do like how well they show up on my skin.

  My eyes then move over to my desk, where my new lego set lays half built, having been interrupted by my antics the night before.  

  My eyes then move to the doorway, left open by Daddy.  I see him closing the hall closet, with a towel thrown over his shoulder, my favorite stuffie tucked under his arm, and a cup of hot chocolate in his hand.  A warmth spreads through my chest as I know that Daddy was thinking about how to comfort me, even as he was punishing me.  

  Daddy comes back in and sees me smiling.  He looks curiously at me.

  “What’s up Babykins?” He says, setting down the cup of hot chocolate on the table and handing my stuffie to me.

  “Nothing.  Just thinking about how lucky I am to have a Daddy like you.” I say sweetly, beaming up at him, eagerly grabbing my stuffie and pulling it close to my chest.

  “Awww,” he smiles back, kissing me on the cheek in response. He gently tears my soggy pullup and starts to clean me up. 

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  Daddy grabs a fresh pullup from my closet and sits down on the bed, holding it open for me.  “Step in,” He says, his eyes warmly meeting mine.

  I meet his gaze, I lift my foot and step in, letting him raise the pull up into position.  I can’t help but smile a little more as he helps adjust it around my waist.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

I playfully run around the room, testing the fit, causing Daddy to chuckle.  “I think this might be some of your best work yet Daddy” I say, running back to show him the marks.

“Oh yeah?” He says spinning me around for a better look. “Hmmm you might be right.  This one will bruise nicely” He says pressing down on it with his thumb.

  “Hey hey hey!” I say wiggling away from him. “Stop it!”

  “Nuh-uh.  Come here.” He says grabbing my arm as I try to escape.  He pulls me onto the bed with him.  I happily settle next to him, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence surrounding me.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  “…did you really say owie?  Like was that on purpose or a reflex?”

  I blush and nod, my head still resting on his shoulder. “…I’ll leave it up to your imagination…”

  He chuckles again, putting his arm around me and resting his head on mine.

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  “…I actually am sorry.  It was stupid for me not to text you back.  I can understand how worried you were.” I whisper quietly after a bit.  

  Daddy says nothing at first, but pulls me further onto the bed so we are both comfortably laying down, my head resting on his chest, his arms tightly around me.  

  “I know sweetie,” He says, “Just tell me next time, ok?  I just want to know you are safe.”

  I nod, wrapping my arms around my stuffie, holding him the same way Daddy holds me.

  Tick…Pum-pum…Tick…Pum-pum…Tick…Pum-pum…

  Daddy’s heartbeat rhythmically playing with the tick of the clock.  The gentle rise of his chest comforting me as I feel his breath against my head, hear it run through my hair, brush past my ear.

  Tick…Pum-pum-woosh…Tick…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…

  I close my eyes, embracing my tiredness leftover from the night before.  I slowly feel myself drifting off to sleep.

  Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…

It’s never silent in the Nursery when Daddy’s around.   

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This story is fictional and meant for mature audiences only. All characters are 18+.

CW: DD/L, Light Bondage 

By: @lilbeanblogsabit and @daddyofalilbean

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“What do you mean no?” I whine as I put down my fork.

  “Well, unless something major has happened to the English language in the last few minutes, I mean it’s not going to happen.”

  “But I always have a cookie after dinner.”

  “Uh huh, and I told you that if you leaked on the couch without telling me you need a change, you would be punished.”

  “It wasn’t my fault! You told me that if I asked for a change and you thought I didn’t really need one, I’d be punished! How is that supposed to work?” I whine, crossing my arms and pouting.  

  Daddy puts down his fork and frowns.  “Careful little one or there will be no deserts for a week and an even earlier bedtime.”

  I look away grumpily as Daddy picks up our empty plates and carries them to the sink.  I follow along behind him, sneaking a glance towards the cookie jar.  

  “…Don’t even try it.”

  I look back at him.  “I wasn’t even doing anything!”

  “I know, but I don’t even want you thinking about it.” 

  “Now I can’t think about cookies?  What’s next, no thinking about… brownies?”

  “Ok that’s enough…”

  Daddy grabs my arm firmly, pulling me to my feet as he drags me toward my room, each step accenting his annoyance with me.

  “Wait no no no… Wait, I’m sorry , I’m sorry… no no no, stop please…”

  Daddy ignores me and throws me into bed. I struggle to turn over but he pins me in place, my face pushed into the pillow.

  “I warned you,” Daddy whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.  “Now it’s bedtime.  You don’t have to sleep, but you can’t leave your bed.  

  “Daddy it’s still daytime!”

  “I don’t care.” Daddy growls back.  “If you get bored, think about what you would do differently, or dream up another punishment you would rather have.  I am always flexible.”

  Daddy removes his hands from my neck and back and I quickly turn over on my back.

  “No Daddy! Wait I’m…” I whine as he closes the door. “…Sorry.”

  I slump against my pillows, staring up at the ceiling, at the wall, at my hand…

  I can’t sleep.  I want a cookie.  It’s not fair.  I always get a cookie.

  I slowly sit up in bed and look around at the door.  A small sliver of light shines through the bottom.  I quietly sneak over and peak through the gap.

  It’s quiet.  I sit back on my knees and see a set of eyes staring back at me.

  “…What? You can’t blame me for trying.  It’s not fair!” I whisper to the eyes.  They stare back unblinkingly.

  ““Nooooo.“ I whisper back, "I’ll only get spankies if I get caught.  And I’m not going to get caught.  You’ll be my lookout!” 

  I reach forward and grab my bear.  His eyes are still glistening in the glow from my nightlight.  

  I hear a *Creak* from outside my door and I freeze.  The door handle starts to turn and light shines into my room.

  Daddy’s head peaks in.  “Whatcha doing down there?” He asks curiously

  “Uhhhh, I’m sorry Dada! I know you said I couldn’t leave my bed… But I rolled over… and… and Mr. Bear Bear went flying off my bed Dada. Yeah! I was afraid he was lonely so I went and got him… so I could tuck him back in with me so he wouldn’t feel lonely… Dada…”

  “Uhhuh” Daddy says, taking me by the hand and helping me back in bed, placing Mr. Bear Bear securely in my arms. “Try to stay in the bed this time Mr. Bear Bear” 

  I hold Mr. Bear Bear snugly in my arms as Daddy tucks me in.  He kisses me on the forehead before starting to leave.

  “And Babykins? If I catch you out of bed again, I’ll have to resort to stricter measures to keep you there.”

  Daddy closes the door and I quickly wiggle free from my confines.  I waddle back over to the door and peek under it again.  This time I see Daddy move into his office and turn on the light.  I hear the creak of his chair as he sits down and a sigh as he starts to work on his computer.  

Perfect I think as I slowly reach up and start to open the door… I turn the door handle slowly until the door slowly opens.  

  *Creeeek*

  Aw Poop… 

  …Daddy was there in an instant.

  “Are you trying to upset me Babykins?  Or do you just really think you are entitled to a cookie after being such a brat?”

  I look up at him with my puppy dog eyes.

  “Uhhh… Both? Wait no… Neither?  Actually… the first one… What was the first option again?” 

  Daddy sighs and doesn’t answer, grabbing my wrist and draging me back to my bed in response, pinning my wrists above my head.

  “Don’t move it… I mean it…” He spins back around and goes into the closet, grabbing a pair of leather cuffs.

  “Daddy I don’t need those!”

  “You have made it incredibly clear that you do little one.”

  Daddy fastens the cuffs around my wrists, attaches them together, then finally pins to the bed frame.

  “Goodnight” Daddy says firmly, leaving without even giving me a glance. 

  “I’m sorry Dada!” I yell as he closes the door to no effect.  I slump back down and immediately start pulling on the cuffs, finding that… they aren’t as tight as they normally are? 

  Daddy wants me to escape!  He must be having fun! I think as I continue to pull on the cuffs, eagerly trying to get myself free.

  Success! I slip myself free and gently stepping on the floor again and peaking back under the door frame

  No lights, No sounds… Nothing.

  Hehehe…

  I grab my accomplice and open the door slowly, making sure to hold tension on the hinges so it doesn’t squeak again. 

  Success! 

  I slowly step out into the hallway, peeking around the corner to make sure it’s clear.  I take a few steps forward and stop again, listening for any noises and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. 

  “You stay here,” I say, setting Mr. Bear Bear down on a chair, looking down the hallway to Daddy’s room. “If you see anything, use your brain powers to tell my brain that your brain saw Daddy… Brain…”

  I giggle at my joke and adventure on into the darkness, my hands outstretched, feeling my way around the furniture and bumping into corners.  I move forwards cautiously into the kitchen, looking around nervously making sure that Daddy wasn’t hiding anywhere.  

  And there it was… I peek around the corner… There, gleaming in the soft light, sits the cookie jar—just within reach, tempting and full of sweet promises.  I reach my hand forward, a grin starting to form on my face

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

  I instantly feel a strong force pull be back, gripping me tightly as it picks me up and carries me away

  “Nooo no nonononononono! Nuh-uh! Let go! Waaah! Put me down!” I say wiggling away, trying my best to escape.  “But you wanted me to escape… right?  The cuffs were loose!  The cuffs were loose Daddy!”

  Daddy says nothing and scopes down and picks up Mr. Bear Bear from his Lookout.

  Traitor! I think knowing that Mr. Bear Bear’s brain powers would let him hear me.  I could swear I saw Mr Bear Bear frown as I thought it, so I quickly apologise.  

  “Daddy! Please wait, I’m sorry… Wait Daddy?” I say hesitantly as he storms us past my room.  He kicks open the door to his room and I catch my first glance of my room for the night.  “No no no Daddy!  I don’t need the cage!”

  “Yes, you do. If you’re going to act like a brat, then it’s straight to the brat cage for you.”

  “Please No Daddy…” I beg as he places me on the ground and nudges my bum with his foot.  I relent and crawl in.

  It is a nice cage.  Large, filled with comfortable pillows and cosy blankets, but there’s not enough room for me to fully spread out, but just enough for me to curl up into a ball.

  There’s no escaping this.

  Daddy opens the cage one more time and hands Mr. Bear Bear to me.  I grasp onto him tightly as Daddy puts the padlock on the cage, locking me and Mr. Bear Bear inside.  

  Daddy crouches down in front of me, twiddling something in his fingers. “Comfy?” 

  I nod and respond, straining my eyes to see what he has.

  “Ok,” He says, his eyes sparkling with mischief.  He places it on a plate right next to my cage…

  …a cookie?

  I look at daddy nervously.  He smiles.  

  “If you can get to it… you can have it”

  I immediately stick my hand through the bars of the cage, eager to claim my prize, but Daddy was too fast and moved the plate just out of reach, leaving my fingers grasping at air.  

  I whimper and look back at Daddy as he gets back into bed.

  "Now go to sleep.  You got your wish and it’s no longer Daytime, but it’s bedtime.  Goodnight Little One.”

  I reach out for the cookie, my fingers grazing the plate, but frustration washes over me, and I finally give in. With a sigh, I curl up in the soft blankets, clutching Mr. Bear Bear, letting his presence comfort me in my disappointment.

The cookie would have to wait.  There was no escape for me tonight.  

But tomorrow… I think, snuggling my face into the pillow  Tomorrow I will have my cookie and eat it too.

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A Special Map to a Special Surprise

This story is fictional and meant for mature audiences only. All characters are 18+.

CW: ABDL, DD/L, Diapers, Little POV,

A Special Map to a Special Surprise

I’m huddled over my desk, surrounded by crayons and markers, deeply immersed in my masterpiece. I hear a faint whisper behind me.

“Babykins?”

I turn around and see Daddy standing there, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.

“Hi Daddy,” I say, returning my drawing.

He sighs and walks over. “Did you have a good nap?”

I shake my head without looking up. “No Dada, I was too busy.”

“Too busy with what?” he asks, kneeling beside me. His voice softens as he tries to get a glimpse of my work. “Uh…Sweetie?” he murmurs, gently pulling on my shoulder. “Oh goodness…”

I can’t wait to show him. “Whatcha think?” I ask, my eyes sparkling with excitement as I look up.

Daddy surveys the scene, his brow furrowing as he takes in the scribbles covering the desk. “Well, typically you are supposed to color on something… not just straight on your desk,” he observes, rubbing his finger over the mess. “Covering your desk in squiggles is an impressive artistic choice for sure,” he adds, though he’s clearly more focused on the cleanup ahead. “But you were supposed to be taking a nap. You have a test you need to study for and you told me you were too tired to do so.”

I pout, feeling a little guilty, but still thrilled about my creation. Daddy notices and kneels next to me, his expression softening. “I guess you had a bit of an artistic itch, huh?” he says gently, trying to hide his frustration. “What did you draw?”

“It’s a map, Dada!” I say, tracing over it with my finger.

“Oh really? Map to where?” Daddy asks, curious.

“It’s a secret,” I whisper back, my eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Oh,” Daddy says, nodding and lowering his voice too. “Like a treasure map?”

“Yup!” I say, clapping my hands excitedly.

“Well then what’s the treasure?” Daddy asks, playing along with the game.

“It’s a surprise! You have to find it!” I say, bouncing in my seat.

“I do? A surprise treasure hunt, huh? Hmm, well let me see,” Daddy says, inspecting the drawing as his irritation fades away.

“Now this looks like a bunny…so, is this Mr. Bun Bun?” he asks, pointing to the map.

I nod happily. Daddy glances around the room and spots Mr. Bun Bun resting on my bed.

“There he is!” he says, pointing at my stuffie.

“Now let’s see…an arrow to a tower,” he continues, looking around and seeing the ring tower on the dresser at the foot of the bed. “Oh, that’s a tower! Is it your ring tower?” he asks.

I nod again, excitedly.

“And then…an arrow towards… what’s this, a house?” Daddy asks gently.

I shake my head.

“Hmmm, a barn?” he tries.

I shake my head again.

“Huh…what else has walls and a roof?” Daddy ponders.

“Look closer, Dada,” I say, pointing to the drawing.

Daddy leans in and notices a smiley face in the center.

“Oh! Is this your potty chart?” he guesses.

I nod happily, barely able to contain my excitement.

Daddy looks at the “map” again and spots the X marked on top of the chart. He walks over to the potty chart on the closet door.

“Is this it? Is this the surprise?” he asks, tapping on the chart.

“Nooooo,” I say, shaking my head.

Daddy scans the room, searching for something out of place. Then, he starts to open the closet.

“Is it inside the closet?” he asks.

“Uhhuh!” I say, wiggling in my chair.

Daddy looks inside and starts rummaging through the clothes and diapers.

“…I don’t see anything out of place…” he says, peeking his head out. “Just your little clothes and diapers…”

I nod happily. “Uhhuh!”

Daddy looks at me with a curious expression. “…So what’s the surprise?”

I beam up at him and shout with glee, “I need changies, Dada!”