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I look in shock and yell out, " No you wouldn't dare do that would you " as I drop the bag with the rest of the cars in it as they fall out of the bag and onto the floor. As I see the look on your face I can only wonder what is going through your mind as you stand over the car and I start to cry like a baby looking down at the floor.

*My eyes dilate a little, thinking that my trump card had been foiled. I look around in a short breathed, anger induced moment, looking to spot anything - I know that as soon as the toys are put away, I was in for an unpleasant time out.*

*As my luck would have it, fate had put an ace in my sleeve, or rather, under my sleeve. Looking down at the discarded long-sleeve shirt I'd been so rudely taken out of by the big bag, I noticed a lump underneath the right sleeve. As I lift it up, I spot my leverage - A little dragster, with such vibrant glossy paint on it, certainly valuable. Consequences where beyond me, I sought only to put you in your place... I hide the little car behind me, picking up the track in my open hand.*

"Oh gosh, golly gee, did you ever get me! I guess I lose then... Here, you can have back your track." *I toss the little piece of track back over towards you, it bounces on the spongy surface before stopping just a little bit away from your feet.*

*I keep my sing-songy voice going, as I take an innocent stance, still keeping the toy from view.*

"I guess I'd better just take my punishment from the very grown uped grown up, oh fiddlestickses..." *I say as I hold both of my arms behind my back, bobbing on one foot as I grind the tip of my toes into the floor with the other one, trying to give off that 'little darling' look.*

*I suddenly change my stance, leaning forward, with both hands still behind my back (more like behind my diaper at this point) I look you dead in the eyes*

"...Oh? Did you find you were missing something? Perhaps it was, *fake gasp* This?" *I pull the dragster out from behind me, holding it out with both hands, so that you can't miss it.*

*I get to soak up a good bit of your facial expression, then bob back up to a standing position.*

"Now then, you soggy diaper stupid head, lets try this again!" *I carelessly drop the car to the floor beside me, it lands with a small bounce, but stays by my foot. I raise the front of my foot to be just over it...*

[If I've got to sculpt the world, then I'll use that to my advantage. >: ) ]

I look over and I see you with the track and I tell you, " I care more about the cars than anything else besides track is a dime a dozen so go ahead and break a piece pink isn't my color anyhow " as I fall down on my diapered butt

*I fall from quite the height (at least, as I perceive it) and land on my feet, but quickly fall to my behind, as gravity would have it. I look up at Mr. Cuddles as you thunder out your threats: *

"Don't listen Mr. Cuddles! He doesn't mean it! *I stand up and charge away, then turn my attention to you, glaring* He's just having a hissy fit because he's a wet diaper baby STUPID HEAD!!"

*Seemingly, I seem to be fine, as you're suddenly preoccupied with your toys, trying to move them out of the way. I take this moment to pick off a piece of the 2nd track, waddling away with it into the corner of the room, opposite of you.*

"Hey little stupid head!" I beckon. "You care about those silly toys a whole lot, dont'cha?" *I hold up the piece of track I popped from the rest*

*I set it down on the floor, next to me, on it's side. I start to slide my foot over near it, eyeing you down like flashing daggers, trying to pick off a reaction.*

*I cross my arms. My pouty, teary face showing no signs of mercy, full brattitude had been achieved.*

[Ah, good. I'm fine with them too - they help straighten out fussy little stinkers...
Daddy also believes in them. >.<' ]

As you start to wail I lose control of you and you escape from my grasp. Then I yell out " Come back here right now or Mr Cuddles will stay on that shelf forever or worse I will sell him to someone else " Then I look around and I start picking up my toys so where they don't get stepped on or anything .

( I'm fine with spankings lol )

*As if in the blink of an instant, I see you getting up, and you don't seem happy. Realizing what I'd caused, I start to bolt for the door, but I don't make it very far down the hallway before I'm nabbed from behind and spun around.*

"Ugh! Lemme' go! Meanie!!" I plead. *I keep my angry tone, my inner brat going into overdrive. As my feet hit the ground, I find myself immediately jerked forward, back towards the playroom.*

"No! No time out, no no!" *I scream, almost being dragged into the playroom. Once inside, I see you pick up Mr. Cuddles, knocking the matryoshka away with your foot as you stomp passed the tracks and over to a nearby shelf*

"Wah-wait! Mr. Cuddles NO!" *I tearily cry, reaching for Mr. Cuddles with one hand, the other still being firmly grasped in yours, but none the less still making grabbing motions in your clutches.*

*I then feel that I'm lifted back up, and remember through the pain of losing the toy that I was also slated for a timeout, as I'm marched towards the corner stool.*

*My breaking point reached, I start flailing and wailing, trying my hardest to kick you with my legs and struggle with my arms as we go, shouting and raving between my wails. I may have even let a no no word slip...* (:s )

[Oh! Almost forgot - how are you about spankings? Pretty important question moving forward...]

After you get done telling at me again I pick you up and I say, " Yeah so what you can't do anything to me after all I'm much taller and bigger than you are so I think it's time for a time out for you " Then I put you down and while holding your hand we make our way to the playroom and I pick Mr Cuddles up and I tell you that he's going away for a week as I put him out of your reach on the top shelf in the playroom

*The bag falls suddenly, almost atop me, as I stumble backwards and land on the floor with a crinkle. I look up at the situation, seeing you wetting yourself again. I (miraculously) put two and two together, and waste no time pointing out my discovery.*

*gasp* "So you DID wet your diaper on accident!"

*I stand up, waddle right past the bag, right on up to you, now that you've brought yourself down sitting on your feet. Still, I have to look up at you to meet your eyes, but this doesn't seem to matter much, as I bring my finger out and start in on you - *

"You know, you really are just a big diaper baby! I thought the stinky was a little fishy, but now that I've seen you wet yourself...um...one...

...

...TWICE in just a little while shows that you're just a big mean ol' baby."

*I step back, holding out my hands like I'm looking for a game of pattycake*

"See this? I'm this many... no wait...uh..." *I look around a little, and then raise one of my feet up* This many old!"

*I lose my balance, causing me to fall down hard on my bottom, yet again.*

"That means I'm almost two whole years old, and THAT means I'm almost fully potty twiained!" I boast.

*I get that snobby look on my face again* I've even gone a whole... ummm... uh.... *Seemingly, math is a big hangup for me, as I loose focus again. I eye around, and spot the fat cat clock on the wall, and point too it* That long! That long without having an accident." I state, matter-of-factly.

*I stand. I need to make a point out of this, and keep on with my rant of how much of a big kid I am* "Hecksies, when you think about it, I've had even less diaper changes than you today! Look, I'm dry right...Oh." *As I look down and pull at the top of my diaper, I suddenly lose my speech. I blush, but then snap right out of it, throwing my hands up and then resting my arms down, crossed over my chest*

"And...and and and THAT'S why I'm a big kid and you're just a wet little stinker baby meanie head. NUGH!" *I stick my tongue out at you, spitefully, reeling my arms back into fists as I hunch towards you, trying to make you feel my sneer harder somehow.*

[If I could make a suggestion, please remember that you're a much bigger person than I am ]

[@ Second post: *Hugs* Hehe, I am having funsies. :3 If I don't respond, it's because I'm typing a whole lot! I'll always say bye before I actually go. ]

( Giggles and gives you a hug )

After you yell at me I say, " What will you do you tiny baby I'm bigger and stronger than you are little missy now let go of the diapers or else " As I feel the urge to use the potty again I continue fighting with you till I use my diaper again and I yell out " now look what you did humph "