ThePastIsNeverHowYouRememberIt

picture being the last one in kindergarten who has to wear pull-ups to bed because she still wets the bed occasionally. every morning she feels her daddy pulling down her jammies saying “let’s check that pull-up baby and see if you made it through the night dry!”

“Oh nobody will pay you no mind at the rest stops! Its a road trip Ellie and you have potty accidents.” Vicky signaled her to do a little turn and Ellie did so like the good little mama’s girl the woman still was. “It’s just a small poof that your tushy has Elizabeth. You’re fine.”

“M-mama!!!!!” She devolved into little pouts and whimpers but she knew her pampers would stay on underneath the already juvenile clothes her mama had laid out for her that morning 😭😭😭

“Ellie do I need to call mommy here?”

Ellie covered her bottom with her hands. She knew that calling mommy meant she was getting some hard spanks to her thighs until she was squealing and crying like she did at eight years old (and probably wearing something very similar).

“Dont call mommy!” She whined, “I won’t complain mama!”

OK…since you asked so nicely…

o ya who's gunna stop me? 🙂‍↔️✨💖