Anya just stared at the stash she had found. Her boy had always been so rebellious- she was even pretty sure he smoked weed! This was absolutely the opposite of what she was expecting to find hidden in his room!
Anya frowned. "Excuse me, Kitten, but you don't get to talk to me like that." She stated. "If you want me to change your soggy butt the next time you have an accident, then you had better show me some respect." She snapped. "You will spend your break in my office so I can keep an eye on you. Is that understood?"
Francine jumped onto the bed backwards with the little girl still against her chest, giggling as she heard her yelp of surprise. "Don't be scared! I would never drop you!" She cooed and kissed her nose. "You're my Dolly, and what kind of a doll owner would I be if I accidentally dropped you? You're as fragile as porcelain!"
Anya chuckled and gently lifted him up, carrying him to the kitchen. She examined his diaper, but he had kept it clean over the night. A pity, but it was fixable. She sat him down in his high chair, wiped the drool from his mouth, and started to feed him his breakfast. Since he was still half asleep, it was thankfully easy. Plus, it was hard for him to fight something like a sweet bowl of oatmeal. He even drank the milk, not noticing that it had come from her breasts!