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Everything is sold out nowadays... There is just too many of us. Local supplier has nothing, nada, zip, zilch. Apparently getting Tykables in May, but I don't like those. Thankfully I have diapers for months. I hope my supplier get Kiddo Playtime in stock again as they are affordable, and good enough for daily use. -
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By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Hi 👋 everybody. To answer your question in my head I was picturing Jack to be 5ft 3in tall and around 125lbs. Chapter 17: They stepped out onto the sidewalk, the city already alive with movement—cars passing, people chatting, the distant hum of everyday life wrapping around them. Jill pushed the stroller at an easy pace, one hand steady on the handle, the other adjusting the strap of the diaper bag on her shoulder. Jack sat upright, pacifier in his mouth, Flopsy tucked close while Trike rested by his side. His eyes moved everywhere—taking it all in. Every so often, someone would pass by and glance down. “Well aren’t you just adorable,” one woman said with a smile. Jack’s eyes lit up. He gave a big grin around his pacifier and lifted his hand in an enthusiastic wave. “Hi!” he mumbled through it. Jill couldn’t help but smile. He’s really trying today, she thought. He wants to be good… Another passerby chuckled softly. “Look at that smile.” Jack beamed even more, leaning slightly forward in his seat as if to make sure they saw him. Jill felt a quiet warmth settle in her chest. I’m so proud of him, she thought. He’s growing in his own way… They reached the bus stop with a couple minutes to spare. Jill parked the stroller beside the bench and checked the time quickly. “Perfect timing,” she murmured. Jack shifted a little, still energized but starting to settle. Jill reached into the diaper bag and pulled out his bottle. She gently swapped out his pacifier, setting it aside before bringing the bottle to his lips. “There you go,” she said softly. Jack accepted it immediately, his body relaxing as he drank. The familiar routine grounded him, easing some of the buzzing excitement in his chest. Jill watched him quietly, one hand lightly resting on the stroller. This is a big day for him, she thought. First movie… he’s handling it so well. Jack looked up at her briefly while drinking, his eyes soft. She’s happy… he thought. I’m doing good. The low rumble of the bus approached, growing louder as it turned the corner. Jill glanced up. “Here it comes.” She lowered the bottle slightly, giving Jack a moment before setting it into the stroller’s cup holder. The bus pulled up with a soft hiss, doors opening. Jill maneuvered the stroller forward, stepping on carefully. “Morning,” the driver said with a friendly nod. “Good morning,” Jill replied. Jack peeked up, giving a small wave. “Hey there,” the driver said with a smile. They moved down the aisle and found a spot, Jill positioning the stroller securely before sitting beside it. Once settled, she looked down at Jack. “Five stops,” she said gently. “Then we’re there.” Jack’s eyes widened just a little. “Five…” he repeated softly. The bus began to move, the steady motion rocking him slightly. He held onto Flopsy, his excitement still there—but now mixed with a calm anticipation. Almost there, he thought. And Jill, watching him, felt that same quiet excitement building right along with him. Chapter 18: “Three more stops,” Jill said softly, glancing down at Jack as the bus continued its steady route. Jack nodded, hugging Flopsy close while Trike rested beside him. The gentle rocking of the bus made everything feel a little calmer, even as his excitement bubbled underneath. More people filtered on at the next stop—voices, footsteps, the shuffle of movement filling the space. A few got off, making room for others. It was busy, but not overwhelming. Jack shifted slightly in his seat. And then—plop. Trike slipped from the stroller and landed on the floor. Jack blinked, startled. “Oh…” Before Jill could reach down, an elderly woman seated nearby leaned forward and picked it up carefully. “Well, we can’t leave this little friend behind,” she said warmly, holding it out. Jack looked at her, then at Trike, his expression softening. He took it back, clutching it to his chest. He smiled—big and genuine. Jill gave him a gentle nudge. “What do you say?” Jack looked back at the woman. “Fank you,” he said, a little clearer this time. Her face lit up. “You’re very welcome, sweetheart.” Jill smiled politely, and the two exchanged a few words as the bus rolled on. “He’s a happy little one,” the woman said, glancing at Jack again. Jill nodded. “He really is.” The woman hesitated for just a moment, then asked gently, “If you don’t mind me asking… why is he dressed like that? And… the way he acts?” Jill didn’t seem thrown off. Her tone stayed calm, open. “It’s a comfort thing for him,” she explained. “It helps him feel safe and grounded.” The woman listened, nodding slowly. There was no judgment in her expression—just curiosity, then understanding. “Well,” she said after a moment, smiling again at Jack, “he seems very well cared for.” Jill felt a quiet warmth at that. “Thank you.” Jack listened to bits and pieces, not fully following the conversation, but he caught the tone—gentle, kind. She’s nice, he thought, hugging Trike a little closer. The bus slowed again. “This is us,” Jill said, standing and carefully guiding the stroller toward the exit. “Bye,” the woman said, giving a small wave. Jack waved back. “Bye!” They stepped off the bus and onto the sidewalk, the fresh air greeting them again. Jill adjusted the stroller and looked ahead. “There it is,” she said. In the distance, the movie theater came into view. Jack leaned forward slightly, eyes widening. We made it… Jill smiled, starting down the street toward it. The moment felt real now. And the best part of the day was just about to begin. They stepped into the theater lobby, and the shift in atmosphere was immediate—cool air, soft lighting, and the low hum of voices blending with the smell of popcorn. Jack’s eyes went wide. It’s so big… People moved in lines, kids chattering excitedly, screens glowing overhead with showtimes. It was a lot—but not overwhelming, just new. Jill kept a steady hand on the stroller as they approached the ticket stand. She pulled up the confirmation on her phone and handed it to the young employee. “Enjoy your movie,” he said with a quick smile after scanning it. “Thank you,” Jill replied, guiding the stroller forward. Jack looked around, taking everything in. This is really happening… Before heading into the theater, Jill steered them toward the family restroom. “Quick stop,” she said. Inside, it was quiet again—familiar, contained. Jill checked him gently, nodding. “Let’s get you changed before we go in.” Jack shifted a little, already knowing the routine. He didn’t love it, especially in a new place, but Jill moved quickly and calmly, offering his pacifier as she worked. “There you go,” she murmured. He accepted it, the familiar comfort helping him stay settled while she finished. “You’re doing great,” she added. Jack looked up at her, calmer now. Once done, Jill reached into the diaper bag and pulled out his bottle. “You’ve got about one and a half to get through,” she said lightly. Jack hesitated. “In there?” he asked, glancing toward the theater doors. Jill knelt slightly, meeting his eyes. “Hey… I’ll be right next to you the whole time.” He still looked unsure. She smiled gently. “Remember the orange juice incident?” Jack blinked… then his face scrunched slightly. “…yeah.” “And the other times at home with a cup?” she added. Jack looked down, fidgeting a bit. “Sometimes things take practice,” Jill said softly. “And right now, this works. There’s nothing wrong with that.” He thought about it. She’s not embarrassed… “…otay,” he said quietly. Jill smiled. “And for the record—you look really cute drinking your baba.” Jack’s cheeks warmed just a little. They made their way into the theater, the lights dimmer now, the big screen glowing faintly with pre-show ads. Jill parked the stroller off to the side, making sure it was secure before lifting Jack into the seat beside her. He looked small in the big chair, but comfortable. Jill unclipped his pacifier, letting it dangle from the clip, then tied a bib gently around his neck. “Here you go,” she said, handing him the bottle. Jack took it and began to drink, settling into the rhythm as the commercials played. The noise level stayed low—just background chatter and occasional laughter. He relaxed. This isn’t so bad… As he drank, his body shifted subtly a few times, small reminders of himself that he was still adjusting to everything. He glanced up at Jill once, like he might say something. She leaned slightly closer. “Shhh… quiet voices,” she reminded gently. Jack nodded, lowering his gaze, understanding. Then the lights dimmed further. The chatter faded. And the movie began. On screen, the Mighty Pups soared into action—bright colors, fast movement, heroic music filling the theater. Jack’s eyes lit up instantly. “Whoa…” he whispered, barely containing himself. In one scene, the team raced through the city as a towering machine threatened the skyline. One pup leapt forward, glowing with energy, using their powers to stop falling debris while another zipped through the air to guide people to safety. Jack leaned forward in his seat, completely captivated. They’re real… Every explosion of color, every heroic moment—it all felt bigger, louder, more alive than anything he’d seen before. He clutched his bottle tighter, not even realizing he’d paused drinking at times just to watch. Jill glanced over at him, smiling softly. He’s loving this… By the time the movie reached its final scene—teamwork, cheering crowds, everything saved—Jack was fully immersed. As the credits rolled, he sat back, wide-eyed. “That… was… amazing,” he said softly. Jill laughed quietly. “Yeah?” Jack nodded quickly. “Best ever.” Jill smiled, stretching slightly in her seat. “I’ll admit—it was pretty good.” Then she added with a small grin, “But I still like watching it at home too.” Jack hugged Trike closer, still processing everything he’d just seen. I wanna watch it again… Jill reached over, brushing a hand gently over his hair. “I think we can make that happen someday,” she said. And just like that—the big day had lived up to everything he hoped it would be. -
Same questions or the same nagging about not exposing diapers to other people. Giving your opinion is dangerous as you get downvoted en masse. (When going against the crowd..)
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