Page 44 of Hiding From Laughter

They’d get wet.

My naughty man sighed. “Alright,technically clothes can go in water but your diaper can’t. I’ve seen these whenthey go in pools and it doesn’t look comfortable at all, baby.”

Hmm.

“Step out of your shorts carefully. Onceyour onesie is off then you can have your toys back.” My naughty man lookedlike he thought that would make me happy.

No.

Stole my toys.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

“Good boy. You were very careful.” Mynaughty man cheated and tried togood boyme. “You like being my goodboy.”

Maybe.

No.

Mine.

My naughty man sighed. “Almost done.”

My naughty man was slow.

“I don’t know how we got to this point overa spoon.” My naughty man frowned as he took off my mitts. “Wiggle your fingersfor me. We’re almost done.”

Ugh.

No wiggles.

Toys.

Mine.

Wiggles.

“Good boy. Here you go.”

Mine.

“I really don’t know how we got to thispoint.”

Mine.

“See? I told you that you could have themback.” My naughty man sighed again but then he gave me his fake big smile. “I’mglad you like your toys.”

Hmm.

Cheek kisses.

“Hands up. But don’t worry. You get to keepyour toys.” My naughty man unsnapped me and pulled my special shirt up and upand up. “There we go. Pop. Over your head.”

My naughty man was trying to be funny.

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