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Kayia did calm down she was relaxed  “ok thank you:”  I’m not going to like this punishment but I might as well try to make the best of it…Maybe if things go good tney’ll let me off this punishment sooner.. Kayla was thirsty so she drank her bottle 

Mini-Story: Perfect Potty Training “I keep telling you,” you almost shout, “I’m potty trained!”  You’re barefoot, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper.  You’ve been wearing the T-shirt since this morning.  You’ve been wearing the diaper (this particular diaper, anyways) for a much shorter period of time. The urge to stomp your feet, fall to the ground, and pound your fists into the carpet is strong.  It would undermine your point, however. Now that that new law passed, the one saying that people had to register, test, and renew to be adults the same way they had to with their driver’s license to be drivers. You signed up for this course as a quick and easy way to renew your adulthood. “Perfect Potty Training”, the ad promised. “If you can’t pass our course, you’ll never be ready.” You’ve been using the toilet and doing adult things for years. Things aren’t going as planned, though. This is just like the DMV. You know how to use the potty, but this place wants to overcomplicate and bureaucratize everything. You can’t just sit down, go potty, and then onto the next portion; you have to “prove” you’re ready for it for some reason.  And for some reason you don’t know how to prove it. You’ve bombed every written test so far, and no one believes that you can hold it in.  Whenever your diaper is dry, they just put a note in your file about hydration, and whenever it’s clean somebody says you must be constipated.  You’re expected to go to the bathroom on their schedule, and to just fill your diaper any time sitting you down on the potty would be inconvenient for them…which is most times. The headmistress of this so called “school” looks down at you, even though you’ve got a few inches on her.  “Did you watch the potty training video? Really watch it?” “Yes…” You say, which is technically true, but also feels like a lie. The video is painfully boring. It’s so boring that not even the pink and purple spirals in the background make it go by any faster.  Every time you try to watch the required viewing you end up zoning out- falling asleep with your eyes open “Did you eat your pudding during snack time? And drink your grape juice?” The grape juice tasted off- like non-alcoholic wine if that was a thing. And the chocolate pudding has this weird chalky aftertaste to it that only registers after you’ve swallowed.  “Yes, ma’am.” “Good,” she smiles kindly at you, pleased for some reason. “Do you need to go potty?” “Yes!” You bark. “Please!” “Are you wet?” she asks. The way her voice ticks up an extra notch at the end clues you that she already knows the answer somehow. You look down at your diaper and regard the bright blue line running down from the diaper’s landing zone and going all the way through between your legs to the other side.   What did that mean again? It was bright blue (like clean toilet water) and not light yellow (like pee-pee). “Dry,” you say, doing your best to keep your voice confident and neutral in tone.   The headmistress smiles  and nods slowly. “Mmhmmm…and are you messy?” “Definitely not!” You stop yourself from screaming. Messes were always accompanied by very rude but funny sounds sneaking out from behind you, and you don’t remember hearing anything like that. “Do you want me to change you?” That was obviously a trap. People who were Perfectly Potty Trained didn’t get diaper changes so wanting one was anathema to the process. “No!” “Okay, okay.” She chuckles, clearly enjoying herself. “Can you tell me how to use the potty?” An oral exam? Alright! Worth a shot. “Um…first you wash your hands…then you sing Happy Birthday…then…you um…” Why is this so hard?!  “Then you uh…you flush!” That felt right. “You flush and you poop at the same time!” The sound of the flush was supposed to cover up the sound of the poopy noises. Right? Right. The headmistress keeps nodding along. You’re on a roll!  “And then?” “Wipe.” “And then?” “Pull your big kid pants…” Oh shit. You’re mind is going blank! Up or down?! Up or down!  Pick one!!!  “...down?” “Very good!” she praises you. Finally! You feel like you’re making progress! You throw your hands up in the air, and your diaper suddenly feels heavier in the back for some reason.  “I can tell you’ve been following all the instructions!”  That praise is enough to make your mood do a complete one-eighty. Finally! Some progress!   It doesn’t last long. “Now let’s get you over to the changing table, and into a nice clean diaper. Won’t that be nice?” “Yeah!” You almost cheer. Then…”Wait a minute…changing table?” “Yes dear,” she says. “You followed all of my directions. Very good! I’m very proud of you!” “But I’m still not potty trained,” you hear yourself whine. “That’s right,” she agrees with you.  “You’ve done everything you were supposed to. Several times. And you’re still not potty trained. So what does that mean?” The truth that you’ve been hiding from yourself rears its ugly head. “That’s not fair!” “Ah-ah-ah” she cuts you off before you can work yourself into a tantrum; even more proof that you’re not as big as you thought you were before the law was passed.  “You can come with me over to the changing table and go play with the other non-renewers, or you can go sit on the naughty stool in time out and THEN come over to the changing table after playtime is done. Which is it?” You want to sulk, but everything she says makes sense and is perfectly reasonable. If someone couldn’t pass potty training here, they never would.  You guess you’ve just been getting lucky with it this entire time. “I wanna play,” you confess. The headmistress. “But first…?” You sigh. “I need a diaper change…” “Good baby!” She grabs your wrist and leads you waddling the rest of the way.  “First a diaper change. Then playtime. Later, we’ll talk about who your new caregiver will be. I’ve already got someone just aching to take care of you. Won’t that be nice?” You climb up onto the changing table and soothe yourself with your thumb while the headmistress prepares to do the first (well…not really the first…) of many diaper changes to come. “I guesh sho…”

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