foofybabykitten

I shake my head no strongly, "Noooooo! No! No! No! No! No! No nap!" I pull away from you and collapse on to the floor on my belly, pounding the linoleum kitchen floor with my fists and my feet.

I whine a little bit at your wiping, more so just because I'm cranky rather than an actual dislike of being cleaned; when I'm cleaned and it's clear being put down for my nap is next I start to act up. "Noooo, I dun wanna, I'ma big girl." I stomp my feet as I complain childishly.

I shudder a little at the thought of being physically unable to talk like an adult, "I-Is that so?" I reach for my sippy cup to cleanse the dryness from my mouth while pretending I'm not intimidated by the idea of a numbing pacifier. I finish my third brownie a bit more civilized than my previous two, and I drink the last drop of my milk, before I rub my eyes with my fist sleepily, getting chocolate on my face in the process.

After swallowing I pout and whine, "You're making fun of meeeee." I glare at you before picking up my second brownie and mushing it into my mouth getting brownie all over and around my mouth.

Oh my, why is everything they bought sooooo darn cute!? I'm sitting here jealous, I want those diapers, and those toys, and the collars! >.< I'm curious what the agent actually said and where it's going to lead, after all millions is no small denomination... Hopefully nothing too heart tearing.

My eyes go big at the amount of brownie on my plate, I quickly waddle over to my seat at the table and immediately shove a whole brownie in my mouth. "Mophy, if weawwphy goo." I manage to muffle out my praise with a full mouth.

I giggle at your fawning but it's obvious I'm distracted, in fact I'm bouncing a bit and looking over your shoulder to the kitchen, trying to catch a peek at the brownies. "Ugh, can we eat da bownies yet?" I complain in your lap, still bouncing energetically.

I was about to protest until you mentioned how Mommies need naps too, so I settle down and drink the rest of my orange juice while absentmindedly playing with your bracelet.

I pout around the bottles bulb and halt my sucking only long enough to meekly protest, "Nuuuuu." My face morphs into a pitiful expression, hoping you'll rescind your statement.

A look of consternation finds its way onto my face, I probably look really silly, my face scrunched up as I so seriously contemplate our next course of action. "Baba?" I eventually ask softly, tilting my head in an adorable manner.

"No owwies!" I exclaim shaking my head while covering my mouth with both hands.

At the mention of the brownies my mood does a complete 180, and I'm hurrying off after you, leaving my huffy attitude behind as my excitement is displayed clear as day on my face. "Bownies! Bownies!" I chant as I bounce up and down in anticipation, watching you get the brownies from the oven.

I jump having gone from the booer to the booie, I'm caught off guard and my sock clad feet slip, I fall flat on my butt with a loud crinkle as I stare up at you wide eyed; surprised wouldn't even begin to describe how I feel. I look at you for a few moments dumbly before shaking my head and getting my bearings, "Mooooommy! Why'd you do that! S'not fair!" I whine and pout.

I count all the way to 60 before shouting, "ready or not here I come!" I give a cursory glance around the nursery, figuring you wouldn't be in the room I counted in. I scour the houses rooms one at a time, making sure to be as meticulous as possible so you can't escape my search. I end my search by entering the master bedroom, searching every nook and cranny until I take notice of the trunk that has a blanket sticking out that wasn't here before. I smile wickedly, remembering what you did to me during my turn to hide, I tip toe over to the trunk as stealthily as a diaper-clad crinkling toddler can, getting closer and closer, a mere few inches from the trunk, my heartbeat starts to pick up in anticipation and I inhale quietly getting ready to yell out a big boo, I stretch out my hand toward the trunk.

I pout in an exaggerated manner, "Of course I can count! All the way up to 60!" I exclaim with a serious face. I immediately turn around, covering my eyes, and start counting, not giving you any warning very much like you didn't give me one.

I startle massively and squeal loudly, having been scared even though I was on guard. My battle with my bladder has ended and my bladder won, the instant you flung open the door I started peeing, and I'm still peeing as I start to calm down and relax having been found and had the dramatic tension removed from my shoulders; I let out a sigh of relief, both from having voided my bladder and from the end of the nerve wracking hiding game. I giggle now happily, "You found me!" I exclaim while hopping up onto my feet, and trying to exit the closet.

I wiggle a little, a crinkle escapes me as my heart rate increases, I hear your footfalls and your syrupy sweet ominous cooing as you check potential hiding spaces one at a time, making a dramatic play of it each time like you know I'm listening. My legs are shaking more, with equal parts anticipation and desperation, my bladder is filled to the brim and I shove a hand between my legs as they open and close repeatedly, trying to keep my muscles active in their flood defense. I was distracted by my needs for a moment and when I tune back in I only hear silence, like you were never in the nursery to begin with, I hold my breathe, feeling a strange sense of foreboding I stay as completely still as possible as my bladder begins to fail, having halted my antsy efforts.

I gasp before quickly running away, searching for a place to hide. My feet pitter-patter down the hallway before I find myself instinctively drawn to the nursery, where I quickly decide to hide within the closet. I hear you call loudly across the house "Ready or not here I come!" and my heart starts pounding in excitement, each little noise I hear whether from you or not has me antsy with anticipation and tension, tension that is effecting my bladder quite a bit, causing me to open and close my legs as the desperation builds, a faint crinkle sound is emanate from me without my knowledge as a direct result.

"You can pick... I wanna play what Mommy wants." I softly explain while I clutch your T-shirt.

I've definitely experienced the same thing, it's hard forcing yourself to go "adult" when you're so comfortable in little space. Recently when I know I need to get up early for some "adulting" the next day I have been trying to avoid "little" things in bed, in an effort to avoid that very thing; I'll wear my "big girl" pajamas, a plain diaper (still a bedwetter, if you aren't consider not wearing one), and I'll hug a pillow instead of a stuffie. It's still a struggle but the fact I still use a paci probably doesn't help, but if I don't suckle I grind my teeth and clench my jaw through the night. In the end I'd suggest trying to limit "little things" to only when you're awake, and try to substitute the other things that you may need to sleep, with more "adult" alternatives, and when you know that you have no responsibilities the next morning, be as happily little as you want in bed!

For a second I feel proud of myself, but then I take note of the sadness in your voice and I start to feel bad for ignoring you. I quickly stand up and turn around, "No! I, I changed my mind, I wanna play with Mommy." I say as I make my to you with my arms out stretched for a hug, my eyes pleading and my lips pouting sadly.

I perk up a bit at the mention of a game before remembering I'm ignoring you, I puff up my cheeks and make a *hmph* sound while turning away from you snootily.

I let you clean me with minimal resistance, though that doesn't mean no resistance. I scrunch up my nose and pout at the cold washcloth, but other than that and I little pulling away you manage to get me squeaky clean. I plop down huffily in front of the oven watching through the glass panel, waiting for the brownies while pointedly ignoring you.

My eyes sparkle with unfiltered happiness and open my mouth to be fed, I giggle as you purposely miss my mouth occasionally getting chocolate batter all over my chin and cheeks. I give you a big chocolatey smile and exclaim, "Yummy!" I rub my belly in circles to emphasize my point.

While you go to clean the utensils I can't help but look at the leftover brownie residue hungrily.