Pumpkin

- no one could tell you were wearing a diaper

- you did not smell like baby powder and pee at the function

- your waistband peeking out was actually very cool and chic

favorite kids show

favorite picture book

rank 1-5: tea set, plastic dinosaurs, toy cars, legos, stuffies

nightlight or no nightlight?

favorite snack

favorite juice

easiest way to make you blush

best candy

worst punishment

coloring pages or puzzles?

rank 1-4...underwear, training pants, pull-ups, diapers

do you have (a) special blanket(s)

do you still suck your thumb (you have to answer even if it's top secret)

“Is your diaper wet sweetie?” I say casually and confidently as we continue to wait for our food “Do you need to be changed?”

Looking at the people around and then back to me you nod your head slowly.

“Mmm no that not gonna cut it” I reply to your nod “I’m gonna need you to say it”

You feel your bladder on the edge of releasing into your diaper again. You tense up wondering if your diaper can even hold any more.

Looking up at me you reply quietly “do I have to?”

I nod back to you still smiling as you squirm in your soaked diaper under your little skirt

You muster up all your courage and as quiet as mouse you whisper “daddy? Will you change my diaper?”

I smile placing my hand on your skirt over your padded but “I can’t hear you, I’m gonna need you to speak up”

Your face turns redder than before as your body fills with a rush of embarrassment. And mixed bag of feeling of humiliation, and excitement. Your legs cross as much as they can impeded by a very full diaper in between. You speak up “Daddy? Will you change my diaper?”

Just then you can’t stop as your bladder empties into your diaper once more. Seeming to fill every last available space. Reducing your already limited walking to a waddle.