Eventually, Nick finished the oatmeal, though his face was pretty messy.

"Good work Nicky, my big messy boy," Denis coos as she goes to wipe his face and scoop him out of his highchair. At this point he also notices that she has a bottle of milk in her hand. "But I get mommy privilege to feed you your milk." She coos and carries him to a chair and sets him in her lap, slipping the nipple into his mouth.

Nick groaned as his face was scrubbed clean, and he struggled to get out of his mom's grip. It didn't help with the baby image, as he looked like a fussy toddler. Before he could protest about the bottle of milk, he was forced to drink it.

"There you go, drink up and you'll grow up to be big and strong," Densie coos, rocking him a bit as he drinks.

Against his will, Nick gulped down the rest of the milk, letting out a loud belch in the process. As embarrassing as that was, he felt a rumbling in his stomach, signaling something he'd have to do in this diaper as a result of dinner last night. "Oh no..."

"There we go," Denise coos, patting his back as she stands up. "Now let's go get you dressed for Daycare." She starts heading for the stairs.

"Why am I going to daycare today? What about schoo---" Nick's question was interrupted by a loud fart coming from him, followed by involuntary grunting sounds, a sign he was pooping his diaper.

"Because it's still Friday silly, you get to stay home with mommy tomorrow and..." Denise pauses as she hears him and sniffs the air. "Oh smells like your jammies aren't the only thing mommy needs to change." She coos, patting his now full diaper.

"Ugh, this is disgusting!" Nick groaned. This was strange, since as far as Denise knew, Nick loved his messy diapers.

"There, there, sweetie, mommy will clean you up nice and quick," She coos. "After all we want you to look your best for your special day today. Mommy can't wait to see the big arts and crafts test you're gonna have." She says as she lays him down and starts gathering supplies.