Cloth Diapers & Panties

Chapter 4:   Neriah’s home stood at the edge of the village beneath the shade of an enormous flowering tree. From the outside it had seemed beautiful. Inside, it was overwhelming. Every room was built for someone many times larger than Aspen and Avery. Towering ceilings disappeared high above them. Sunlight streamed through enormous crystal windows, bathing polished wooden floors in warm golden light. Shelves lined the walls, each filled with books, plants, and handcrafted decorations that looked more like museum pieces than everyday household items. The brothers, however, noticed none of its beauty. They were too frightened. Neriah carried them carefully in her cupped hands as though afraid even the slightest bump might hurt them. Every movement was slow and deliberate, yet from the boys’ perspective, each step felt like riding through an earthquake. Neither brother spoke. Aspen kept glancing toward the front door, mentally measuring the impossible distance. Avery simply held onto his brother’s sleeve, trying to steady his breathing. Finally, Neriah reached a large wooden table near the center of the kitchen. It was immaculate. A vase of colorful flowers sat in the middle beside an enormous ceramic bowl overflowing with vibrant fruit. Lowering herself into a chair, she slowly opened her hands over the tabletop. The boys hesitated. After a moment, they climbed onto the smooth wooden surface. To them, the tabletop felt almost like a polished dance floor. Neriah rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward just enough to study them without seeming threatening. Her emerald eyes were full of curiosity. She smiled gently. “Hello.” The word sounded warm, but impossibly deep. It rolled through the air like distant thunder. Aspen instinctively stepped in front of Avery. Neriah noticed. She slowly raised both hands away from them, palms open. “I’m not going to hurt you.” The boys stared blankly. She tried again “My name is Neriah.” Still nothing. Aspen exchanged a glance with Avery. “I… don’t think she’s speaking English.” Avery swallowed. “No kidding.” Neriah frowned thoughtfully. She pointed toward herself. “Neriah.” Then she pointed toward Aspen. “You?” Aspen looked confused. “Uh…” He hesitated before pointing to himself. “…Aspen.” Neriah repeated something that sounded vaguely similar, though the unfamiliar language wrapped around the name in a way that made it almost unrecognizable. Then she pointed toward Avery. “And you?” “Avery.” Again she repeated it carefully. A tiny smile crossed her face. Names. That much, at least, seemed universal. Unfortunately, every question after that dissolved into confusion. She gestured toward the window. Then toward the brothers. Then spread her hands as if asking where they had come from. Aspen blinked. “What?” She tried another question. Nothing. Avery shrugged helplessly. “We don’t understand.” Neriah tilted her head. They clearly weren’t pretending. They genuinely couldn’t understand a single word she was saying. Likewise…She couldn’t understand theirs. The realization settled over all three of them. Language. It was a wall none of them knew how to climb. Neriah exhaled slowly. “It’s all right.” Though the boys couldn’t understand the words, her calm tone carried reassurance. She stood. “I’ll be right back.” Walking toward another room, she touched a small silver-and-crystal device resting on a nearby shelf. It sprang to life with a soft blue glow. The brothers watched nervously as she spoke into it. Her voice echoed faintly through the house. They couldn’t make out the words. Only the rhythm of a conversation. “Do you think she’s calling someone?” Avery whispered. Aspen nodded. “Maybe.” “For help?” “I don’t know.” Neither possibility made Avery feel any better. The room suddenly felt much larger now that Neriah had stepped away. Silence settled over the kitchen. Aspen slowly looked around. His eyes landed on the enormous fruit bowl.  Inside rested fruits unlike anything he’d ever seen. Some resembled oversized pears streaked with purple. Others looked like glowing oranges. One had shimmering blue skin that reflected tiny specks of light. His stomach growled loudly. Avery heard it. “So did mine.” Aspen smiled weakly. “I’m starving.” Carefully approaching the bowl, he reached toward one piece of fruit that had rolled close to the edge. It was enormous. Nearly the size of a beach ball compared to him. Using both hands, he managed to pull it toward himself. It tipped over the rim. “…Uh oh.” The fruit dropped onto the tabletop with a surprisingly soft thump before rolling away. “Catch it!” Avery shouted. The fruit gathered speed across the polished surface. Aspen sprinted after it. Just before it reached the edge of the table, he threw both arms around it. The momentum pushed him another foot before the fruit finally stopped. Panting, he looked over the edge. A long drop awaited below. “Got it…” He laughed nervously. Avery hurried over. “I can’t believe you stopped that.” Aspen grinned. “I’m stronger than I—” His stomach interrupted again. “…Right.” He looked down at the strange fruit. “Maybe it’s edible.” He lifted a small section that had split open during the fall. The inside smelled sweet. Almost like peaches and apples mixed together. “It smells good.” He cautiously raised a piece toward his mouth. “Wait!” The booming voice nearly made him drop it. Neriah hurried back into the room. Her eyes widened as she immediately realized what Aspen was about to do. She gently reached down, carefully taking the fruit from his hands before he could eat it. Aspen stumbled backward. “What?” Avery frowned. “I don’t think she wants us eating that.” Neriah looked visibly relieved she had stopped him in time. During her brief conversation over the communicator, she had received an urgent warning from a medical specialist. Avalonian foods were perfectly safe…For Avalonians. Many prepared foods and even some cultivated fruits contained naturally occurring compounds and microorganisms that Avalonian biology processed without difficulty. Humans from Earth, however, lacked that tolerance. Something as ordinary as a fresh piece of village-grown fruit could make them dangerously ill. Prepared meals were even worse. To two boys no taller than her hand, even a tiny amount could be life-threatening. She looked back at the frightened brothers. “They need pure food,” she murmured to herself “Something simple.” She hurried to a line of towering cabinets. Watching her search was an astonishing sight. Each cabinet door was as tall as a garage door back on Earth. She reached into one. Boxes. Containers. Jars. She examined each one before setting it aside. “No…Not that…Too processed…” Finally…“There you are.” She smiled. From the very back of an upper shelf, she retrieved a small glass jar. Small to her. To Aspen and Avery, it was nearly as large as a water cooler. The contents were a smooth golden-orange purée with tiny streaks of pale green swirling through it. It resembled applesauce…At least from a distance. But the color—and the faint aroma drifting from the opened lid—were unlike anything the boys had encountered on Earth. Neriah returned to the table. She dipped the tip of a tiny spoon into the purée, gathering only the smallest amount. Then she placed the spoon on the tabletop several feet away and backed her hand away to avoid frightening them. Her gentle expression invited, rather than pressured. Aspen eyed the spoon suspiciously. Avery folded his arms. “What if it’s poison?” Avery asked staring at the mush. “I don’t think she’d have stopped me from eating that fruit if she wanted to poison us.” Aspen told his brother. “Maybe. But…”  Avery looked toward the window. His voice became very small. “…I just want to go home.” Aspen followed his gaze. Beyond the giant crystal windows, Avalon remained bright and beautiful. Somewhere far beyond the village…Hidden among forests and hills…Was the ancient portal that had brought them here. If it was still open. If they could find it again. If they could somehow escape. Those three “ifs” weighed heavily on both boys. For the first time since their adventure had begun, the excitement of discovering a new world had given way to a single shared thought. They wanted to go back to Earth. Back to their parents. Back to everything familiar. Back home.     Chapter 5:   Aspen stared at the tiny mound of golden-orange purée resting on the oversized spoon. The aroma drifted toward him on the warm air. It was sweet, but unlike anything he had ever smelled on Earth. There were hints of apples, honey, and something floral he couldn’t identify. His stomach growled again.  Avery folded his arms. “You are not seriously thinking about eating that.” Aspen looked at his younger brother. “What choice do we have? We haven’t eaten since… I don’t even know when.” “We don’t know what it is. We don’t know what anything here is.” He glanced toward Neriah, who remained several steps back, making no attempt to force them. She simply watched quietly, her expression patient but hopeful. Aspen took a slow breath. “If she wanted to hurt us…” he said softly, “…she had plenty of chances already.” Avery couldn’t argue with that. The giant woman had carried them gently, stopped him from eating the strange fruit, and now seemed to be offering them something else instead. Still…Trusting a giant from another world was asking a lot. Aspen reached both hands around the oversized spoon. It took considerable effort just to lift the handle enough to angle the purée toward him. He hesitated one final time. Then he took the smallest taste imaginable. The flavor exploded across his tongue. His eyes widened. “…Whoa.” It was smooth and creamy like applesauce, yet richer and naturally sweeter. It carried notes of pear, peach, vanilla, and something pleasantly cool that reminded him of mint without actually tasting like mint. It wasn’t just good. It was delicious. Aspen swallowed and instinctively took another small bite. Then another. A smile spread across his face. “Avery…” He laughed softly. “This is amazing.” Avery looked skeptical. “You sure?” Aspen nodded enthusiastically. “It tastes… I don’t even know how to describe it.”  He looked toward Neriah and gave an awkward thumbs-up. “I think she gets it.” Neriah smiled warmly. She had no idea what the gesture meant, but Aspen’s expression told her everything she needed to know. Relief washed over her. At least they could eat something safely. Avery remained rooted where he stood. His stomach ached with hunger, yet his instincts screamed at him not to trust anything. “What if you get sick?” “I don’t think I will.” “You don’t know that.” “No.” Aspen looked at his brother kindly. “But somebody has to try.” After watching Aspen for nearly a full minute with no sign of discomfort, Avery slowly approached. His movements were cautious. Every step carried hesitation. He pinched off the tiniest amount of the purée with one finger and stared at it. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Closing his eyes, he placed it in his mouth. Silence. Aspen watched. Neriah watched. Avery slowly opened his eyes. “…Okay.” Another pause. “…That’s actually really good.” Aspen grinned. “I told you.” Avery tried another small taste. His shoulders finally relaxed. For the first time since arriving on Avalon, the brothers felt a tiny spark of comfort. It wasn’t much. But it was enough to remind them they weren’t alone in a hostile wilderness anymore. Across the table, Neriah rested her chin thoughtfully in one hand. Now that the immediate problem of food had been solved…Another question weighed heavily on her mind. What was she supposed to do with them? Two tiny humans. Lost. Unable to understand a word she said. Far from wherever they belonged. She certainly couldn’t leave them outside. The forests alone would be dangerous to creatures so incredibly small. Nor could she simply take them to the village council without understanding who they were. There had to be a better solution. Her eyes drifted toward the hallway. Then a memory surfaced. “…Julie.” Of course. Her granddaughter had visited only a few weeks earlier with her newborn son. Before leaving, Julie had insisted on storing a large box of baby supplies at Neriah’s home. “Just in case I stop by unexpectedly,” she’d said with a smile. Neriah had laughed at the time. Now…That box might contain exactly what she needed. Not because these tiny visitors were babies…Clearly they weren’t. But because anything designed for an infant would be gentler, cleaner, and far safer than ordinary Avalonian products.  She looked back at Aspen and Avery. Slowly, she pointed toward herself. Then toward the doorway. She held up one finger. “One moment.” Finally, she pointed gently at the tabletop and lowered both palms in a calming gesture. It was unmistakable. Stay here. Aspen nodded uncertainly. “I think she’s telling us not to move.” Avery sighed. “Like we could get very far.” With one last reassuring smile, Neriah disappeared down the hallway. The house became quiet again. Only the faint ticking of a crystal clock and the distant songs of unfamiliar birds filtered through the open windows. Aspen looked around the enormous kitchen. “Do you think she’s helping us?” “I don’t know.” “You think she has a phone?” “I don’t even know if that’s what that communicator was.” Aspen stared toward the front door. “If we ran…” “We’d never make it.” “I know.”  Several long minutes passed. Then…Thump. A dull sound echoed somewhere deeper inside the house. Another followed. Thump… scrape…The floor beneath the boys vibrated ever so slightly. Aspen and Avery exchanged nervous glances. “What is she doing?” “I don’t know.” The sounds grew louder. Closer. Something large was being dragged across the floor. The vibrations increased with every passing second. Finally, Neriah reappeared in the doorway. She was carrying a cardboard box in both arms. Calling it a box hardly seemed adequate. To Aspen and Avery, it was colossal. Its top nearly reached Neriah’s shoulders. Its width dwarfed the kitchen doorway. From the boys’ perspective, it was larger than a family refrigerator back on Earth. They instinctively stepped backward. The enormous container cast a shadow across the table as Neriah carefully set it down with a gentle but unmistakable WHUMP that made the tabletop tremble beneath their feet. Both brothers stared. Wide-eyed. Silent. Aspen swallowed. “What… do you think is in there?” Avery never took his eyes off the gigantic box. His voice was barely above a whisper. “…I don’t know.” Neither of them noticed the colorful illustrations printed along its sides. Nor the smiling picture of an Avalonian baby. All they knew was that something inside that massive box was about to change their understanding of just how enormous life on Avalon truly was.  

A little something for the 4th of July. Have fun and remember if your little will be around fireworks to keep them padded up just in case.   Fireworks Surprise   It was the evening of July 4th, 2026, and the sky blazed with fireworks for America’s 250th birthday. Sophie had come to the park for a quiet night alone. She sat cross-legged on the checkered picnic blanket wearing only her glasses, a simple striped shirt, and her soft diaper—never expecting anyone to see her like this. A huge firework boomed overhead. Sophie’s eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in surprise as a little sweat drop formed on her cheek. Then she looked up and saw Taylor standing beside her, smiling and holding a box of sparklers. “Taylor?! I… I didn’t think you’d be here tonight,” Sophie gasped. Taylor’s smile grew warmer. “Surprise! I spotted your blanket and thought we could add our own little sparks to the show.” They lit the sparklers together, waving the bright, crackling sticks while the big fireworks painted the sky in red, white, and blue. The sandwich and water bottle sat between them on the blanket as they laughed and enjoyed the night. When the grand finale faded and the last sparks fizzled out, Taylor turned to Sophie with a gentle, playful grin. “Those fireworks were incredible,” she teased lightly, “but once everything’s quiet, I think it’s time I help change you out of that diaper before we head home. Can’t leave my favorite girl sitting here like this all night, can I?” Sophie’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t stop the soft laugh that escaped her. Under the now-gentle sky, the two friends shared one last warm smile—the perfect ending to a night full of big celebrations and small, caring surprises.

They seem to have a good following (like 20k on twitter alone).  Unlike Plushlife, they don't operate on 1-project-at-a-time.  But I'll be sure to show a side-by-side comparison with my snep.  Also ... "manufacturer" is a bit of a stretch.  The plushies are hand-made.  

Hi my name is Sophia and I am a part of ABDL I been a part of ABDL for awhile now I’m trying to make some friends 

Chapter 3 My bladder woke me up just as the sun was starting to rise. But as I stirred, I remembered I wasn’t in my own bed, someone was next to me. I had played the ‘scared little girl’ routine on her and she took me into her bed. Then she had me finger myself while she watched. That’s three times I’ve climaxed with this woman now, and I don’t think she’s gotten off even once. Although, watching me on her living room floor yesterday, she was getting aroused; I’m sure of that. And she did say she likes to have her tits sucked. As I tried to roll over onto my back, she stirred and reached for me. I let her pull me back against her. Let her hold me in her arms. I lifted a leg and laid it across hers, my heel gently pulling her legs closer. It was still early. My pacifier was still in my mouth. I nuzzled against her nightgown a little and relaxed my bladder. I like these new diapers. They hold a lot. Not sure about wearing them in the mall or whatever, but around the house.  Mmm… warm and wet…. Okay, well fair is fair Mommy. Or whatever your name is. It’s your turn and I’m going to make sure. I reached and gently pushed her nightgown up, exposing one of her boobs. I spit out my pacifier and latched on. I heard her purr gently and her fingers stroked my hair. I released my lips and flicked my tongue a couple of times. When her hand palmed my head, I latched on again. When I heard her purr again, I moved my hand. Right between her legs and against her panties. I heard a sort of whimper. Or maybe it was a whine. Then she clamped her legs together and whispered, “no… don’t…” I flicked my tongue over her nipple and my hand insisted. I forced my hand deeper between her closed legs and rubbed her camel-toed panties. She was still playing hard to get. She spoke a little louder, “Baby…. Baby that’s naughty…” I kept it up. Then I switched to her other nipple as I half climbed on top of her. Her legs relaxed finally. I took that as a ‘yes’ and moved my hand to slip it under the waistband of her panties. Her legs finally spread open for me. Hmm… an ‘outie’… and bushy. That’s what Julia calls it, when a woman’s inner lips were larger, such that they protruded a little. And lots of hair… I flicked my fingers across those inner lips and I heard her purr again. I kept it up, taking my time to make sure she enjoyed herself. I kept sucking as my middle finger gently split her pussy lips apart, sliding along the length of her slit. Her voice whispered, “N…n…naughty girl….” But her legs spread wide and her hips rolled forward. Admit it Mommy, you need this… I can feel how wet you’re getting. I switched back to her first nipple again as my fingers found the large bump of her clit. I’ve known women that have pussy like this. Large inner labia… and when they get aroused, a swollen clit. Not a penis, but still, protrudes a little.  Easy to find. Not like mine, but still, all woman are different. Part of my ‘little girl’ look, mine is smooth, just two outer lips and a slit. My own clit is tiny compared to Mommy’s…. I’m not a whore, but I’ve seen enough different women, everyone a little bit different. I curled my middle two fingers and slipped them inside her. I heard her gasp. As I started finger-fucking her, she stopped pretending she didn’t want this. Her hips were lifting to meet my fingers as my palm gently bounced against her swollen nub. My lips released her nipple as I lay my head on her chest, watching my hand as it brought her pleasure. Her hand moved and grabbed at her own breast. I twisted my head a little, watching her fingers pinch her nipple and pull at it while my fingers kept moving. She whispered, “Oh god… oh fuck….  Yes….  YES….” I knew just when to act; I lifted my head and sucked her free nipple as hard as I could while I pressed my palm down, pushing my fingers deep inside her as she started to climax. I didn’t stop as she bucked her hips. I sucked harder on her nipple as she whined. I moved my fingers and palm against her, as fast as I could. Her pussy spasming and gripping as her hips rocked. When her hips finally collapsed, her hand let go of her tit, reaching and pushing at my hand, my lips released her nipple and I moved my hand away. I know… gets sensitive doesn’t it… I lay my head in the crux of her shoulder while she gasped and caught her breath. She didn’t say anything at all, just breathed deeply. Finally, as her chest started to slow from its deep rasping, her hand patted my shoulder. Then she sat up on her side of the bed, swinging her legs down to the floor. Her hands were on the edge of the bed as she was leaning forward. Then she said, “Come around here sweetie.” I got out from my side and walked around to her. My diaper was wet and it wiggled and crinkled as I walked to her. I stood still as she looked at my feet for a moment. Then she reached out and gripped my wrist, yanking me forward and over her lap. In that instant I knew what was about to happen and I squirmed, shouting, “Hey!!! You PROMISED!!!!” THUMP! Right on my padded bottom. “I promised I wouldn’t spank you yesterday, and I didn’t.” I wriggled and reached back with my free hand, only for her to grip my wrist and push it up behind my back. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! “And it was after midnight when naughty Cindy pulled that stunt to get into my bed!” It stung a bit on my wet bottom, but the diaper softened it a lot. But I was still upset. I howled, “I… I wanted to see you!!! You sent me away yesterday and….” THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! “And that’s for being naughty and playing with my pussy without permission!” THUMP! “Now, stand up Missy.” She let go of my wrist and pushed my hips sideways off her lap. I got to my feet, and wiped my eyes, they were tearing up. I watched as she slipped off her nightgown and shoved her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She scooped them up and tossed them in the direction of the laundry basket in the bottom of her closet. Then she stormed towards the bathroom as she said, “Mommy needs a shower now. Give me five minutes, then strip and come get in the shower with me.” I stood there, partly in shock, sniffling my nose. But… But I made you cum… I know you enjoyed it… Why?  Why are you being like this? You pushed me away after dinner, then you hugged me in your arms when I came to your door. You had me jerk off in front of you, but when I… I was a mass of confusion. This woman made me feel wonderful, then made me feel like I was a naughty spoiled brat. She hugs me and nurtures, then pushes away. I pouted, rubbing my tender bottom for a minute as I tried to remember everything, anything that I could have done differently. I heard the water running and put both hands on my bottom, rubbing my diaper against my cheeks. Well it wasn’t like she used a cane… <shiver> or a paddle… But it still stung. Just what IS HER DEAL?!?!?! I pulled my camisole up and off, then shimmied down my diaper. Naked, I walked into the bathroom and pulled the corner of the curtain back a little. I didn’t say a word as I stepped in. She was naked and rinsing off her arm pits. She gently gripped my shoulders and turned me around. Her voice was calm and cool as she said, “Bend over a little sweetie, Mommy knows your little bottom needs washing.” Her hand was between my shoulder blades, pushing forward. I reached out and put both hands on the far wall as I leaned. There, she said it again. Making some crack about whether or not I’m… “EEP!!!  Mommy!!” I exclaimed as she pushed a soap-covered loofa directly between my cheeks, scrubbing at my back hole with little regard to being gentle. “If baby can’t do a good job, then Mommy has to do it,” was all she said as she scrubbed up and down about three times. The last one she went a lot further, rubbing the loofa right between my legs and all the way forward until it rubbed against my clit. I thought for a moment she was going to start something, but no sooner did she scrub up and down my pussy once, her hand was gone and I heard the shower curtain. When I turned to look, she was gone. She called from the other side of the curtain, “Now be a good girl, wash your hair and the rest of your body. Mommy’s going to get dressed.” I straightened up and looked about. There was a bottle of body wash, and one of shampoo. I decided to just do as she said. When I stepped out of the shower, there were two towels waiting for me. I used one on my hair and wrapped the other around my body. All right; this is it. I’m NOT going to let her distract me with sex. I’m NOT going to leave until I get some answers! I straightened myself up, trying to look taller than the 5 foot 4 inches that I actually was. I walked with determination back to the bedroom. She was sitting at her vanity, a towel wrapped around her midsection, brushing out her sandy-brown hair. I stood there, looking at her reflection in the mirror. I was going to stand my ground this time. “Mommy… What the hell is going on?? You practically seduce me, push me away… take me back into your bed again, then when I finger you to a climax, you put me over your knee!  What the fuck???” She tried to distract me with, “Language baby girl. Baby’s don’t use those sorts of words.” I wasn’t having it, “FUCK the baby act DAMN IT!!! I need to know just where we’re going! I think we have something, then I don’t. You need to tell me.” She put her hand down, holding the brush in it as she looked at my reflection through the mirror. She took a deep breath and said, “It’s… complicated.” Then silence. I waited but she didn’t go on. My frustration was still simmering so I pushed further, “It’s complicated? Damn it, I put myself through law school, fourth in my class. I can handle ‘complicated’. Now tell me!” She set down her brush and swung her legs around.  She reached and peeled away the towel and spread her legs a little. She stared right at me as she raised her arms, practically spread-eagle in front of me and raised her voice. “Fine! LOOK AT ME!!  LOOK!” I stared for a moment but didn’t understand. I muttered, “So??” “Damn it Cindy!!!  I’m 43 years old!! I’m LITERALLY old enough to be your actual mother!! My tits are starting to sag, I have hair growing on my lip that I have to wax, Almost every month I have another mole popping out somewhere… Even my pussy is starting to look gross!!! That’s why I don’t shave down there anymore!!!” When she said she was forty-three, I blinked a little. But her body looked pretty good to me. Now that she mentioned it, her boobs did sag a little, but those nipples were to die for! I tried to shrug and be casual about it, “Age is just a number…” Wrong thing to say. She retorted, “PUH LEASE!!! What’s the point! You’re going to wake up with me some morning, find some cellulite on my ass and realize you want a woman your own age. Then you’ll leave me crying in my pillow for weeks on end!  I can’t do this Cindy, I just… I just can’t let my guard down anymore… It hurts too much when I do….” She lowered her arms, her hands reached to cover her face as she lowered her head and started weeping quietly. All I knew for sure was, I wanted to stop her from feeling this way. I wanted to hug her. I let go of my towel, dropping it to the floor. I walked naked over to her and gently sat on her lap. I put my arms around her shoulders and hugged with all my might. At first, she didn’t react, then slowly her arms slipped around my waist, and she lay her head against my chest. I leaned my head down and kissed her wet hair. I’m usually the one that gets all the cuddles, but right now, Mommy needs them a lot worse than I do. She’s scared. Scared to get involved, scared she’ll end up alone… Scared I’m somehow going to hurt her. That explains the sex, not telling me her actual name, she’s scared to let herself go and actually fall in love…. Again… She’s been hurt before. I felt her wet face against my tiny boobs. Tears. When she tried to lift away, I clung to her with all my strength. I whispered, “Nope! Not yet… you need to know I’m falling in love with you and you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” I felt her hand give my bottom a slap. Nothing as hard as a few minutes ago, but I was bare bottomed this time. I just gripped her head and shoulders more tightly, “I don’t care if you beat my ass, I’m not letting go.” I kept holding her in my arms until she calmed down again. Finally, she reached and gently untangled my arm from around her neck as she whispered, “Can’t fix you breakfast if you don’t let go.” I pulled her close to me again as I diagnosed her, “You’re suffering from a mid-life crisis. Happens to everyone. Thinking you’re not desirable anymore… that life is passing you by…” She snorted and tugged at my arm again. I relented as she said, “So…. Besides a law degree you’re also a psychiatrist now?” “It doesn’t take a doctor’s degree to know that women worry about their age and looks a lot more than men,” was my response. When she snorted a little, I added, “You may not have noticed, but I’m NOT a man. I don’t go chasing down 19-year-olds in miniskirts all the time.” She looked up at me and spoke, “The only men ever chasing me, just wanted me to change their diapers!” I nodded a little, kissed her nose, and replied, “I told you… that’s because men are STOOPID!!!” She laughed and gave me a smile. I smiled back and leaned to give her a kiss on the cheek. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then I giggled and looked away, saying, “I’m hungry. What’s for breakfast Mommy?” She giggled and pushed me from her lap. She patted my bottom and stood in front of me. She reached and held both my hands. She looked down at me and whispered, “Let’s go out. And my name is Angela.” “As in Angel… I like that. But I think I like calling you Mommy.” To Be Continued