The Potty Years (Private)
 

Chris Manzana yawned cutely, as he awoke. He had turned seven a few months ago. He had been semi-potty trained around three, but preferred his diapers. His mother, Mary, was fine with this. But she did encourage him to use the potty at least once. In two days, he'd be going to preschool/daycare. He prodded his diaper, quite full. His training potty was tucked beneath his bed. "Mommy, I'm awake!" He called. The young dark grey furred wolf boy stood up

However, he held one other quirk. For as long as he could remember, his consciousness would "jump" into his body at a later or earlier age for a random allotment of time, before returning

Ellie his mom finished preparing breakfast and went into Chris's bedroom.

Chris's tail wagged as he stood. His wet and messy diaper sagged

Ellie: do you need a diaper change my little one?

Chris nodded his head, excited to start 2nd grade

Ellie took him over to the changing table and changed his wet and messy diaper.

Chris hummed softly. "Thanks mommy."

Ellie: come on sweetie, you have a lot to get done today.

Chris followed her to breakfast

Ellie: would you like me to feed your favorite breakfast or would you like to do it yourself?