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Very promising. Sort of in between the diaper dimension and the keeperverse. I like it.

Please, can we have some more?

Ah, progress! I love the way the dream sequences show the suggestion settling in.

Nice start.

This is a particularly delightful scene.

Eagerly waiting for the arrival at Little’s Delight. I feel tingly all over every time I think about what is coming in the next episode or three.

Sadly, the foxtalestimes site is down.

Another charming effort. Good writing, excellent pacing.

The plot thickens. What is making her sister’s bed so strange? Could it be a protective sheet? Is there more going on than Maddy realizes? I can’t wait for the next episode!

Two Girls, One Daddy - 9 - Daycare Dilemmas It was Monday morning. Daddy, wearing his bathrobe and a pair of positively disreputable slippers was waking up the girls, whom he had put to bed in their own rooms on Sunday night, despite their protests that they wanted to sleep with him in his bed. "Good morning, sleepy-head," said Daddy to Chloe as he pulled the covers back. Chloe squeezed her eyes closed, turned her head away from Daddy and burrowed into the pillow. Daddy sniffed and reached down and checked Chloe's diaper. "Well," he said as he reached down and pulled Chloe to the edge of the bed, "it looks like you didn't make me a present overnight, though you are soaked. Let's get you on the changing table and into something dry." Putting his arms around her under her arms he lifted her from the bed. Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her knees and wrapped her lower legs around his hips as he carried her over to the changing table. Making quick work of removing her diaper cover, which he dropped into into the hamper next to the changing table, and the disposable, which he wrapped around the thick soaker and secured with the diaper tapes and dropped into the diaper pail. "Up," commanded Daddy and Chloe folded her legs and flexed her hips and back, raising her bottom off of the changing table as he slipped a thick disposable under her. While her legs were up he cleaned her thoroughly with wipes. "Down," he said and she lowered her legs, spreading her thighs. He spread cream around Chloe's crotch and shook powder on the inside of the waiting diaper. Next Daddy folded a rectangular disposable soaker into a rough square that he inserted into the bottom of the diaper before pulling the front up and pressing it down as he pulled the side panels toward the center and set the tapes firmly in place. "What sort of diaper cover do you want to wear to daycare today, sweetie?" asked Daddy. "I want the blue Hello Kitty panties, Daddy," said Chloe. "OK, pumpkin," said Daddy, reaching rummaging in the tall chest of drawers that stood past the head of the changing table, "We have a pair of those clean. What do you want on top? Your pink pinafore? Those colors go well together." "Nope, I want the yellow romper that we got on Saturday," said Chloe decisively. "Really?" asked Daddy, "If you're going to wear pretty panties don't you want to wear a dress? No one can see your diaper cover under a romper, sweetie." "It doesn't matter," said Chloe, "I'll know I'm wearing pretty panties. And whoever changes me." "Daaaadeeeee!" came Poppy's voice from the doorway to the bathroom shared by Chloe's and Poppy's room. "Just a minute, Poppy," called Daddy, "I'm just finishing with Chloe." "Daaaadeeee!" repeated Poppy, "Come right away. I have to make tiiiiinkleeee!" "OK, sweetheart," called Daddy, heading for the bathroom door, "I'll be right there. Chloe, run downstairs and help Mrs Hand with breakfast, please. We'll finish getting you dressed for daycare after breakfast." "OK, Daddy," said Chloe. "Daaaadeeeeee, now!" called Poppy with greater urgency in her voice. "Right now, baby," called Daddy as he opened the door to the bathroom. "Ohhh, Daddy," said Poppy, "Hurry hurry hurry! Before it comes out in my diaper." "Right here," said Daddy, as he made quick work of unsnapping the gusset of her onesie, pulling down her diaper cover and then tearing the Velcro tapes holding the fitted cloth diaper snugly to her hips. With a sigh Poppy settled on the toilet. A loud hissing sound signalled success. "Why was it so important, sweetie?" asked Daddy. "I'm going to be a big girl," announced Poppy determinedly, "I don't want any more Ws and Ms. I stayed dry all day yesterday," she pointed out proudly. "Yes, you were," said Daddy, "and that was very good work keeping your diaper dry and getting everything into the potty all day yesterday. Don't you remember, sweetie, that you don't get a W for wetting your overnight diaper when you're a toddler, right? So you don't have to worry about making tinkle in your overnight diaper until you're promoted to Trainer." "Really?" asked Poppy, her mouth open in amazement and a smile forming on her face. "Silly toddler," said Daddy, "It says so in the rules right over your changing table. And now that you're finished, let's get you into a fresh diaper ... you've had this one on for an entire day and it's time for a clean one." In short order Poppy was wearing a fresh cloth diaper, this time without the soaker that Daddy added every night for extra absorbency and a fresh red diaper cover with small yellow smiley faces on the front and back. A fresh onesie held the diaper snugly in place, the red color of the diaper cover showing faintly through the cotton cloth. "OK, sweetie, go down and help your sister and Mrs Hand with breakfast. I'll be in as soon as I get the paper in." ... "OK, girls," said Mrs Hand, "Clear the table and put everything in the sink. Then upstairs to get dressed for daycare. Your father will pick you up from daycare this afternoon. And while you're upstairs getting dressed, think about your votes for what I make for dinner. The choices are chicken fingers or macaroni and cheese." "Oh," continued Mrs Hand, "Chloe, it's your turn to pick out your father's necktie, so go to his room first." "Yay!" chortled Chloe. "I'm gonna pick Daddy's necktie, I'm gonna pick Daddy's necktie," she sang as she ran upstairs. ... Sometime later Chloe, in a cute yellow romper decorated with appliqued trees and animals, and Poppy, in a pale blue o-neck dress with an above-the-knee box-pleat skirt, a white collar, and elbow-length sleeves scampered down the main stairway from upstairs. Daddy followed them down from upstairs. "Poppy," said Daddy, "if you need to make tinkle before we leave for daycare, go in the kitchen and ask Mrs Hand to take you to the potty. Check your sister and see if she's wet and let Mrs Hand know if she needs a change before we leave. I'll get my briefcase from my study and meet you by the carport door in a few minutes." "OK, Daddy," said Poppy. As he turned down the hallway to his study Poppy stepped over to Chloe and bent down to check her diaper. She stuck her finger under the elastic at the leg holes of the romper and into the diaper underneath. "Good, baby," said Poppy to Chloe, patting her on the bottom, "You're still dry," and she trotted off into the kitchen calling to Mrs Hand. ... Poppy, Chloe, and Daddy walked up to the front door of Little Daycare, situated in a large modern house in an upscale residential neighborhood. Daddy knocked symbolically with the large brass knocker on the large front door, and then took the handle and opened the door, which was unlocked. The three walked into the large gracious foyer of the house. Miss Maple was waiting in the foyer and greeted Daddy and the two girls. "Good morning Chloe and Poppy," Miss Maple said, "My aren't you girls looking pretty today." "Thank you Miss Maple," said Poppy. "Yes, thanks Miss Maple," echoed Chloe after a surreptitious poke from her Daddy. "Here are the two diaper bags," said Daddy, handing Chloe's yellow bag and Poppy's purple bag to Miss Maple. "Poppy can stay in cloth all day, but you should change her into disposable at last change." "As usual for her," acknowledged Miss Maple. "Right," affirmed Daddy, "Chloe, I'm afraid, suffered a setback over the weekend and is back to baby stage. I've included extra supplies in her bag. She is in a disposable now, but I expect that she'll probably soil herself sometime in the next hour or so. After that you are welcome to put her in cloth for the rest of the day." "Oh, I'm so sorry, Chloe," said Miss Maple, "Anyway, I'm sure you'll be back to toddler stage quick as a wink." Chloe pouted and looked down at her shoes. Daddy continued, "Poppy has been really working hard at keeping her panties dry and clean for the last several days. She says she is a big girl now and wants to prove it." "That's right," said Poppy determinedly, "I'm a big girl and I want to keep my panties dry for Daddy from now on." "That's wonderful, Poppy," said Miss Maple, "We will do whatever we can to help you keep your panties dry. Is there anything special that you think Mrs Purliss and I can do to help you?" "Sometimes if I'm in a hurry to make tinkle and you can help me quickly and before some of the other toddlers. Some of those girls take a very long time and sometimes my tinkle comes out while I'm waiting for them. If I went first, I would not get a W all the time." "OK, sweetie," said Miss Maple, "I'll try to give you a head start at potty time." "OK, girls," said Miss Maple, "let's have a quick diaper check and then we can get you started in the playroom." She quickly lifted Poppy's skirt and poked a finger under the leg hole of her diaper cover. "Nice and dry, Poppy," said Miss Maple, "good girl. Do you need to make tinkle now?" "No, Miss Maple," said Poppy, shaking her head. Turning to Chloe, Miss Maple stuck a finger under the hem of the romper. "You're dry too, Chloe," she said, "OK girls, let's head to the playroom." Taking the two girls by the hands she led them in toward the playroom. Turning at the door she asked, "Who is picking the girls up this afternoon?" "I am," replied Daddy, "I'll be here by four o'clock," said Daddy. "Have a wonderful day girls. Listen to what Miss Harris and Miss Maple say and behave well." "Bye-bye Daddy," chorused the two girls as they followed Miss Maple Harris into the playroom. ... Later that afternoon Daddy knocked on the front door of Little Day Care and then opened it. He stepped into the foyer as Mrs Purliss stepped in from the playroom to see who had come in. "Ah, good afternoon," Mrs Purliss greeted him, "How has your day been, sir?" "Excellent, Mrs Purliss," replied Daddy. "I'm here to pick up my little girls and take them home. How has their day been?" "Poppy had an excellent day," smiled Mrs Purliss, "As you told us this morning, she has been quite attentive to her toileting and has had a completely dry day. She's made it to the potty every time she's needed to go. We did change her into a fresh diaper at last change this afternoon, but that's just because it's approaching that time of day for her and we know that your housekeeper prefers her in disposables when there's any danger she might soil her pants. I, however, am certain that she will make it to the potty for that as well. She has the determination of a girl in hot pursuit of toilet training." "That's wonderful," smiled Daddy, "and how was Chloe's day?" "Well," said Mrs Purliss, "Chloe has had better days. I'll let you see for yourself first and then give you the details." At this point Mrs Purliss called in to the playroom to her assistant, "Miss Maple, would you please bring Chloe and Poppy out. Their Daddy is here to take them home." Poppy came bounding out of the playroom and jumped into Daddy's arms and hugged and kissed him, crying "Daddy!" in a joyful voice. Miss Maple came behind, pulling a reluctant Chloe by the hand. Poppy held Daddy's hand and looked anxiously back and forth between Chloe and Daddy. Chloe waddled slowly out, pulled by Miss Maple who had her by one hand. Her mouth sported a large white pacifier held in place by a band that disappeared behind her neck and under her hair. Chloe's hands were encased in large thumbless pink mittens. "Oh, Chloe," said Daddy sadly, "what happened, sweetie?" Chloe shook her head from side to side, as if trying to shake the pacifier from her mouth. Mrs Purliss said, "I'm afraid to say that Chloe had a very difficult day today. She insisted on asking to be taken to the potty, even though everyone knows that as a baby there's no way she could possibly know when she needs to make tinkle or even when her diaper is wet." "Yes she did, Daddy," nodded Poppy, "she kept saying that she had to make messy and they told her not to get in the way of the toddlers who had to go potty. And then they gave her a pacifier and she spat it out. And then, and then, and then they gave her the pacifier with the ribbon to hold it in and she took it out of her mouth and she shouted 'I HAVE TO MAKE MESSY.' Right Mrs Purliss?" "Yes, Poppy, that's right," agreed Mrs Purliss, "but why don't you let me tell the story. I'm sure Chloe is feeling bad enough as it is without you adding to her embarrassment." Poppy looked down, abashed. "Anyway," continued Mrs Purliss, "Chloe insisted on pretending to be a toddler and interfered with morning potty call for the toddlers. We put a pacifier in her mouth, but she broke the rules, rules that she knows and has abided by for months, and took it out of her mouth." Mrs Purliss went on, "So we gave her a strap pacifier but she took that out of her mouth several times, so we put her in mittens. She remained agitated for some time, but after a while she soiled herself and we changed her and she was calmer after that." "We kept her separate from the rest of the children for most of the day and she played quietly with blocks in the playpen in the side room," finished Mrs Purliss. "Oh, Chloe," said Daddy, looking sadly at his younger daughter, "What came over you?" Chloe rushed into his arms and buried her face in his jacket. Chloe mmmphed at him through the pacifier, shaking her head sadly. She raised her mittened hands to her cheeks and touched them to the straps of the pacifier as if to ask, "Will you take this off?" "No, sweetie," said Daddy, answering her unspoken question, "The pacifier has to stay in place until dinner time. You know the rules about things like that." "OK, Poppy," said Daddy, "Do you need to make tinkle? We're going to stop at the supermarket on the way home, so if you don't think you can hold it you should go now." "OK, Daddy," said Poppy, turning to Miss Maple, "I do need to make tinkle before we go." "Let's go, sweetie," said Miss Maple, taking her by the hand into the bathroom off the foyer. Daddy reached down and checked Chloe's diaper by pressing his hand first against the front of her diaper and then against the back. "You're a bit wet, baby," said Daddy, "But not so wet that you'll leak on the way home, so we'll put you in the car as you are. Come on out and I'll get you in the car while we wait for Miss Maple to come back with Poppy.

I love this story. The slooooow progression is delicious.

There is one continuity oddity. After breakfast Daddy takes off Feli’s night diaper and sends her to the bathroom. Then he puts her in her dress and tights, no mention of the pull-up, which we learn about when she is being measured. I had to reread carefully to discover that there is no mention of Feli being put in the pull-up. Still delightful. I can’t wait for the next installment!

Clever. Very clever.

Delightful writing. The pacing and character development is first rate.

Very well written. Excellent pacing. Creating an alliance between the sisters is a nice touch. And the foreshadowing of the revelation Grace’s own use of pull-ups is very well done.