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The last film I watched was The Super Mario Galaxy Movie.

I'm not a rabid fan, but I enjoy a good game... Being subjected to the first shut-out in leauge history is not a good game lol.

Calling out "Shisa Kanko!" when I press the off button should work lol/

Chapter 23: I HATE the Potty Why mother?  Why? It is now March and it has already been two weeks since my mother did something absolutely horrible to both me and my twin sister Abby. The day came without warning when my mother was not setting me or Abby on a changing table.  No.  She had us both stand up while she tore open a plastic sack of Pull-Ups. “Step in,” My mother ordered with authority.  The two words were firm and absolute, giving me absolutely no other choice.  Either step into the Pull-Up or get a sore bottom.  I didn’t want to test her so I stepped into the soft Pull-Up, one leg at a time. After doing this, my mother pulls the Pull-Up up my ankles until the waistline of the Pull-Up was snugly around my waist. Abby was a little more compliant than me as she showed no fear or resistance when my mother had her step into her Pull-Up for the first time in two and a half years. My mother locked her gaze on both me and Abby and pointed to the Pull-Ups. The look on her face conveyed authority and discipline.  “Abby and Gabby, I want you both to listen to mommy very carefully, okay?  You girls are not going to wear diapers anymore during the day.  From this day forward, you will only be wearing a t-shirt and a Pull-Up when you are at home.  You are both getting potty trained and mommy is going to take you to the bathroom every half-hour so you can go potty.  Now you can’t tell mommy that you didn’t have to go, because when these Pull-Ups get wet, Minnie Mouse’s xylophone disappears.  Now Minnie Mouse really loves to play her xylophone so don’t make it disappear, okay?  If any of you two have an accident in your Pull-Up, that’s one strike.  Three strikes and you’re back in diapers during the day.  That’s the rest of the day and the day after.  After that, you will be wearing Pull-Ups again.  Now be good girls for mommy and use the potty like a big girl, okay?” “Otay!” I said with a smile.  “Ah use pah-tee be big gul!” “Yah mommy!” Abby said with a compliant nod.  “Ah keep pahl-up dwy!” “Good girls,” My mother said, giving us both soft pats on the head.  Now mommy is going to set a timer.  In 30 minutes, I will be taking you to the bathroom to go potty.  Mommy has her work computer with her so she can work while you play.  But let’s get some breakfast first!” Both me and Abby exchanged glances and nodded.  “We pway!” I said with a giggle. Sadly, I was off to a bad start in potty training.  While I was in the middle of eating my breakfast in my high chair, I could feel it. A torrent of pee was beginning to saturate my groin and began to gel into the thirsty Pull-Up. Abby glanced down at my Pull-Up and gasped.  “Uh oh!  Gah-bee puhl-up wet!” My mother glanced down at my Pull-Up and gasped.  “Gabby, did you just go potty in your Pull-Up?” This made me burst into tears.  “Buh…buh…Ah dih-den mean tah mommy!” “Five minutes,” My mother said with a sigh.  “Gabby, you only had five minutes and we were going to use the potty.  Now, you have one strike.  Let’s finish our breakfast, okay?” I sadly finished my breakfast, drinking the apple juice from the sippy cup that my mother filled for me. Once at the bathroom, my mother pointed to Abby.  “Abby, do you have to go potty?” Abby nodded, looking very happy.  “Yah!  Ah go pah-tee wike big gul!” And with that, Abby pulled down her Pull-Up and sat on one of the two pink potties that my mother got for me and my sister.  I heard the whistling sound reverberating against the plastic as Abby peed. My mother checked Abby’s Pull-Up as she did this.  “Dry.  Good girl, Abby!  You used the potty like a big girl!  Now if only Gabby could make it.” This wasn’t fair.  Five minutes robbed me of an opportunity to use the potty.  But deep down inside, I just didn’t want to use the potty. I was very used to my diapers and I secretly wanted to return to them. One hour later, I got my wish as I managed to soak two more Pull-Ups, giving me two more strikes in a row. My mother looked at me in disappointment.  “Gabby Gabby Gabby.  Why can’t you be like your twin sister?  That’s three times in a row that you have soaked your Pull-Ups.  Well, as promised, mommy is going to have to put you back in diapers.” I smiled as my mother picked me up and laid me on the changing table.  “Ah way-or dye-pahs!” Abby only had a small accident in her second Pull-Up so she only had one strike. “Wipe that smile off your face, sweetie.” My mother warned.  “Going back to diapers is nothing to be proud of.  Keep it up and I’ll start feeding you.” I fearfully gasped as I now knew that I couldn’t celebrate my desire to be in diapers, as my mother would punish me more. Abby looked up at the changing table in confusion and frowned. “Mah sis-tah in dye-pah.  She way-or puhl-up?” My mother sighed as she glanced at Abby.  “Abbycadabry, she can’t because she lost her Pull-Up privileges for the day.  Tomorrow, she will be wearing diapers all day.  After that, mommy will put her back in Pull-Ups.  You keep using the potty like a big girl.  Okay?” By the end of day one, Abby still had one strike, managing to make it to the potty every time while I managed to go through five more diapers. And yeah.  There’s not much more to say about the last couple weeks.  Over the last two weeks, I have only managed to successfully use the potty twice.  TWICE!  My sister Abby on the other hand, had only needed to be put back in diapers once during our first week of potty training.  By week two, she kept improving, with just a couple of days where she ended up with two strikes. As for me, my mother was basically setting me up for failure.  The more I wore diapers, the more used to them I became.  Which made it even harder when I had to wear Pull-Ups again. As for Abby, I think that she had the field advantage of being regressed three other times, making this the fourth time in her life that she has gotten potty trained. My mother had to leave again for a short weekend conference in DC.  It started Wednesday night and ended Sunday afternoon. Before leaving, my mother sighed.  “Your nanny Phyllis is very sick and in the hospital, so mommy had to find a babysitter to watch you for the weekend.  It’s a girl who graduated from the Madeira School almost a year ago and plans on attending Harvard in the fall.  Did you know that mommy used to attend Madeira when she was a girl?  Anyway, for the time being, I am putting both you girls back in diapers for the weekend.” At this, Abby began to tear up. “Buh ah way-or puhl-ups!” Abby fussed. My mother nodded.  “Oh…I know it’s hard Abby.  You have been doing really well with potty training.  But mommy is not going to be there to potty train you mommy’s way.  So wear your diapers for the weekend.  Mommy promises that you can go back to Pull Ups when I return, okay?” “Otayyyyyyyy….” Abby said in a sad tone. On the other hand, I didn’t have a problem with wearing diapers all weekend.  But at the same time, I didn’t want to look too excited. “Buh mommy…” I said, faking a sad face. “No buts,” My mother said, holding up her index finger.  “Both you girls will be back in Pull-Ups when mommy returns from her weekend trip.  This will make it easier for the babysitter, okay?” I shared the same sad face as Abby. “Otayyyyyy…” We both managed to say at the same time. The doorbell rang and my mother answered it. The door opened and I saw a girl who wore a white crewneck t-shirt with a sky blue cardigan and blue denim jeans.  Her chestnut brown hair was neatly styled and curbed just barely around her two shoulders. “Are those the twins?” The girl gushed in a bubbly voice.  She sat down what looked like a large stylish diaper bag. My mother nodded.  “Yes.  Just supervise them and make sure they don’t get into any trouble.  We have a personal chef so you don’t have to worry about cooking.  But do get them their juice.  They are still in diapers and I’m just beginning to potty train them.  Don’t worry if they don’t use the potty.  I will take care of it when I get back.  Tell them a fun bedtime story and make sure they get their naps.  Both can be especially cranky if they don’t get them.” The young babysitter nodded.  “Got it.  So the ones I’m babysitting are Abby and Gabby?” My mother smiled with a slow nod.  “Yes.  They’re my little sweeties.  Now I need to get going.  Have fun with the girls!” My mother left with haste, rolling her suitcase behind her as she left the estate. I locked my eyes with the babysitter and gasped.  Something about her looked very familiar. “Oh my goodness!” the babysitter gasped.  “Gabby?  Is that really you?” I gave the familiar babysitter a sad nod.  Now I knew that I saw her before!  I just couldn’t put my finger on her name. “Look at you!” The babysitter said as she picked me up and hugged me.  “What happened, Gabby?  What did she do to you?  We all really missed you!  Do you remember who I am Gabby?” I gave the familiar woman a shy nod.  “Ah…” I stammered.  “Ah see yoo bah-fore…” “I’m Brittany!” Brittany announced, as a few tears began to flow out of her eyes.  “And I’m sorry, Gabby!  I’m very sorry that I called you pee girl!  Oh Gabby!  Can you forgive me?” I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore. Being just a toddler, I was simply overwhelmed that one of my former classmates was now babysitting me.  Overwhelmed that she was holding me tightly and apologizing for her being mean.   I wailed loudly and began to cry, pressing my face into Brittany’s chest.  I then felt her hands softly patting me on the back.  And I just cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. “It will be okay, Gabby.” Brittany told me.  “But tell me, Gabby.  What happened to you?  What did your mother do to you?” I finally turned my eyes towards Brittany.  The tears were beginning to stop, but I just stared at her, without saying a word. “Mah-mee mean tah us!”  Abby blurted as she began to tug on Brittany’s cardigan. Brittany nodded and patted her other knee, offering a spot on her lap for my sister to sit in. Abby thrust herself onto Brittany’s lap and began crying herself.  “Mah-mee mean tah us!” Brittany patiently nodded and began to wipe the tears out of Abby’s eyes.  “I see that, Abby.  But how was she mean to both of you?” I so badly wanted to tell Brittany everything.  But as I tried to speak, no words were coming out.  Finally, I mustered all the effort and courage in my toddler body and tapped my little hands on Brittany’s shoulder.  “Ah bad so mah-mee make me lih-tull!” Brittany gasped, looking pale as a ghost.  “How Gabby?  You do remember how we both attended The Madeira School together, right?  I grew up so much during the time you were gone.  I really did!  I am now besties with Gina and Renee.  I am not the immature girl that you used to know.  How did your mommy make you small?” “Mah-mee mak us bohf smaw!” Abby shouted.  “We dwink foamwah.  We bohf smaw!” Brittany gasped, shaking her head in disbelief.  “So you’re telling me that your mother made you both drink formula to make you both small?” “Yah!” Abby shouted.  “No foamwah!  We no dwink foamwah!  Pease!” Brittany nodded as she wiped a new steam of tears out of her eyes.  “Not at all girls.”  She glanced at me again and sighed.  “I believe you, Gabby.  You used to be the same age as me and…I can’t believe it!  You can now sit in my lap.  But please forgive me, Gabby.  I will never call you pee girl again!” “Ah foh-give yoo!” I said with a smile.  “Ah we-mem-bah yoo at skoo!” Brittany nodded, now speechless as she looked at me.  “I still can’t believe how young you are.” She paused, beginning to tilt her face down at me before she brought her hands to the lap that I was sitting on.  “I just felt my lap get warm,” she told me.  “Did you just…”  She then gave me an awkward stare.  “I can’t believe it.  I’m about to change my bestie’s diaper.  Gabby, you don’t mind if I change your diaper, do you?” I smiled and shook my head, now used to wearing diapers. “Ih otay!” I told her. Brittany nodded.  “Okay.  I can remember you having bladder problems before I didn’t see you anymore.” Abby then jumped off of Brittany’s lap and ran behind the couch.  She squatted and began to grunt. Brittany smiled as she walked over towards Abby.  “What are you doing?” she said in a sing song voice. “Ah poopy…” Abby told her, trying to hide her face as she continued to squat. Abby then began to break wind, unloading everything into her diaper. Brittany gasped.  “Well, make that two girls that I have to change.  It’s okay.  I have babysat for a lot of kids so I promise you that I’m not allergic to poopy diapers.” Since Abby’s diaper was messy, Brittany changed her first on the changing table. About seven minutes later, Brittany laid me on the changing table. I could see the awkward stare that Brittany was giving me as she began to undo the tapes on my diaper. “I can’t believe it,” Brittany cringed.  “I’m about to change the diaper of my best friend…”  I could tell that Brittany could only see the self that I used to be.  She couldn’t get past the reality that I was now two-and-a-half years old. Brittany squinted as if she was fighting the awkwardness and stared at me.  “So Gabby,” she said as she began to wipe me with baby wipes.  “I know that you used to be 16 like me but how old are you now?” “Ah two.” I said with a smile.  “Ah dis many.”  I held out two fingers. Brittany nodded.  “Did you just turn two?” “Nu!” Abby shouted as she tugged on Brittany’s leg.  “Two awn haaf!” Brittany nodded.  “Two and a half?  Well, I turned 18 and a half just two months ago.  Are you telling me that both of you girls were newborns two and a half years ago?” That did it.  Both me and Abby began to cry at the same time. The sound of our combined wails both pierced Brittany’s ears as if she picked a hidden scab from our past. Brittany knelt down and hugged Abby before hugging me on the changing table.  “I’m very sorry for both you girls!  I’m sorry for you Abby and I’m especially sorry for you, Gabby.  If what I am hearing is correct, your mother made you restart your lives from the beginning.  You poor girls!  But not to worry.  We are both going to have lots of fun!” Brittany finished changing me into a new diaper and I giggled as she playfully patted me on my diapered butt. A few minutes later, I was sitting in Brittany’s lap while Abby leaned against Brittany’s lap next to me. Brittany smiled and looked at me.  “You know Gabby, we’re going to get both you girls out of here.  But we need to be careful.  We will not even make the escape this weekend.  Everything has to be planned out carefully.  You do know that your daddy is alive, right?” I nodded.  “Ah see dah-dee?” Brittany sighed.  “Not yet, Gabby.  He told me about your mother already.  When he told me about Abby and Gabby, I didn’t believe it at all.  But when I saw you as just a baby, I couldn’t stop crying.  I had to hold back my tears and pretend to smile when your mother let me in.  He said that it was some kind of youth formula that he developed with your mother to help cure Sickle Cell disease.  Well, that was the original use, he said. But he mentioned how it functioned like a youth formula when used in larger doses.  He then told me how your mother used it on him and made him a baby.  In seeing you like this, I now believe it!  Now, let’s watch some more Sesame Street, my bestie. “Ah beh-stee too!” Abby said with a pout. “You too,” Brittany said with a laugh. “We twin!” I said, smiling. “Nuuuuuu!” Abby shouted.  “Mah-mee lie! Ah dah oh-dest!” “You are,” Brittany said with a troubled sigh.  “Your daddy did tell me that you were born in the 1990’s.  So, you had to put up with a lot more abuse than Gabby did.  That is not a good time.” Abby nodded with her face now becoming frustrated.  “I twy make mah-mee goh tah jail.  Ah twy cahl poweese buh mah-mee stawp me!  She mak mee smaw!  I no wan foamwah!  I wan bee big gul!” Brittany nodded.  “I will not give the formula to neither of you girls.  I am here to help you.  Even if I knew where it was, I would not even go near it.  Now let’s continue with the fun, girls.” That evening with Brittany was a lot of fun.  While it felt a little like old times, the very idea of Brittany being my babysitter now made certain situations awkward.  I could obviously tell that she felt uncomfortable changing my diaper, despite the fact that I’m a toddler now. Both me and Abby both enjoyed a dinner of homemade chicken nuggets with homemade mac and cheese, prepared by a chef. Bathtime followed, with the three of us having a blast. During that fun ritual of cleaning and playing with bath toys, I could see some of the older mannerisms in my sister Abby surfacing.  And since I used to be a teenager myself, I just could not believe that for the first time in a while, I actually felt like a teenager trapped in a toddler’s body. When Brittany changed me into my nighttime diaper, I could see her smiling this time.  She already looked more comfortable as she applied the cream, powdered me, and diapered me. Brittany smiled.  “So Gabby, now that you’re two again, how do you want me to treat you?  Like a teenager or like a two-year-old?” “Ah two-yee-ah uld!” I said with a giggle. Brittany acquiesced as she began to tickle me all over my belly I screamed in laughter as my sister Abby looked at me in resentment. “Tweet me wike ah-dult!” Abby said with a frown. Brittany nodded. “Sure Abby!  You’re probably tired of being treated like a baby by now.  But with you being trapped in that body, the only thing I can do is be a good babysitter for you and your younger sister.” Since both me and Abby still rolled a lot in our sleep, we still slept in cribs. Brittany placed us both in the cribs and she began to tell us a bedtime story that had a kingdom full of fairies.  The story was so engaging that I fell asleep. The rest of the weekend with Brittany was fun.  She followed all of my mother’s requests, remembering to let me and Abby have our afternoon nap so that we wouldn’t get cranky. During playtime, I played with Lego duplo blocks while Abby pretended to do adult things with Brittany.  When she saw Brittany sweep the floor, she swept the floor with her toy broom.  When she saw Brittany check her cellphone, she checked her toy cellphone. I almost forgot that my mother was gone for the weekend when her return ruined all the fun. It was Sunday afternoon, and my mother was back, right on schedule. My mother talked to Brittany privately while I played with Abby. After Brittany left, it was back to Pull-Ups right away.  This wasn’t fair since we would normally start the day fresh with Pull-Ups. But my mother didn’t want to waste any time in trying to potty train us.  My sister looked more happy than I did as I tried to hide my disappointment in returning to training pants that couldn’t hold nearly the amount of pee that a diaper could hold. It only took me two hours to be back in diapers once again, while Abby managed to only have one strike.  The potty training competition continued, with my sister definitely poised to beat me. My mother gave me a scowl as she ripped off the soggy Pull-Up.  “Gabby, you’re not taking this potty training seriously, are you?” “Nu!” I said with a pout.  “Ah hate tha potty!  Ah wanna way-or dye-pahs!” My mother nodded.  “Very well then, Gabby.  That was strike three so mommy is going to put you back in them.  Just be advised that if you keep not wanting to show interest in the potty, mommy can arrange to have you in diapers even longer. If you want to be a baby again, mommy can surely arrange that.” “Nu!” I shouted.  “Noh foamwah!” “Then I would consider taking your potty training more seriously,” she said in a stern voice.  “Because babies wear diapers.  And if you just want to stay in diapers, mommy can make you a newborn again.  You can wear them as long as you want.  How does that sound?” “Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!” I cried.  “Ah potty twain!” My three strikes were already used so I tried to make it a point to use the potty when I was back in Pull-Ups again.  I didn’t want to be a newborn again! That night, after both me and my sister were changed into our nighttime diapers, my mother had us both sit on her lap. “My twin sweeties,” My mother said with a sigh.  “Mommy has been getting very busy with her job and I now have to travel to DC to conduct more meetings.  With that, I have enrolled both of you girls in a daycare.  Starting tomorrow, mommy is going to be dropping you both off in the morning and picking you both up in the afternoon.  What that’s going to mean is that both you girls are going to be watched by some nice people at the daycare.  Now since both you girls are heading in different directions for potty training, this is what I have decided.” “Abby,” my mother said as she glanced in her direction.  “The daycare staff is going to continue with your potty training.  I will be giving them Pull-Ups and I expect you to use the potty like a big girl at the daycare.” “And Gabby,” my mother said, sighing with disappointment.  “We are not going to work on potty training while you are at daycare.  For you, I will be giving them diapers and all they will do for the potty is provide reminders for you to try and go.  But back at home, you will be wearing Pull-Ups.  You just won’t be wearing them at daycare.  I mean, you will be using all your Pull-Ups there if I treat you equally with Abby. You will be wearing diapers there.” I sighed.  Great.  How is wearing diapers all day going to help with my potty training back at home?  Like I said, my mother is just setting me up to fail at potty training.  Is this just part of her plan to make me a newborn again?  To only provide me with the freedom to work on my potty training at home only to have even more of a disadvantage than my sister? My mother placed us both in our cribs and kissed us both on the foreheads.  “Daycare starts tomorrow, Abbycadabry and Gabbycadabry.  Sleep well, my dearies.  Mommy loves you.” I could feel my nighttime diaper getting warm as I let out a deep sigh.  Daycare was tomorrow and I knew that it wasn’t going to be fun. While Abby was able to work on her potty training there, I was blocked from learning at all.  All I had was the short afternoon to evening to learn the potty.  How is that going to help?  It isn’t.  I am destined to fail potty training. Destined to become a newborn again.  Destined to be the little sister that I’m supposed to be. I HATE the Potty.  My mother’s decision to potty train both me and Abby was the worst decision that she ever made.  And now that decision was about to jeopardize my hopes of ever getting any older.

I'm on 100 but the Dr. started me on 50 but that was too low to work. Hugs, Freta