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Jason’s eyes had been watering, and he began making noise, so Sarah pointed, “look, he’s getting hungry.” “I’ll have anything, thank you, but babies can’t eat solid foods,” Sarah responded. Sure, with their blonde hair and blue eyes, the two kids could come off as being related, but how funny it was to see her son pretend to be Sarah’s little baby. She fetched a baby bottle from her backpack, “can you fill this with warm milk?” “We’re playing ‘house!’ I’m the mommy, and he’s the baby!” Sarah giggled.
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“If this line goes away, it means the baby’s had an accident,” Sarah lectured Jason, “you can’t wear your pants because mommy needs to know when to change you.” She pulled out a rattle from her backpack, “now let’s play.”Ī full hour into Sarah teasing Jason with the rattle, his mother entered the room, “hey, are either of you kids hungr-oh,” she paused. Sarah pressed her finger on the blue line running beneath the diaper above it was a plain blue bar to symbolize the diaper’s intention to be worn by boys. The boy’s face was flushed red as he fought against the padding, hoping to pry apart the tabs with his balled fists. “Spaceships, cute.” His legs were raised up, and Sarah placed a towel beneath his rear, spattered him with baby powder as he squirmed and tried to kick himself free, and finally fastened the diaper around his waist. She pulled off his pants, eliciting a muffled cry, followed by the removal of his undies. “Lie down, baby Jason,” Sarah teased, lightly pushing him onto his back. As he attempted to remove it, she located a pair of ball mittens from her backpack, and snatched his hands one at a time, fastening the mittens and immobilizing his fingers.
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She fixed her arms under his, and reached up to fasten the pacifier behind his head. He tried to push himself away, but she was oh so slightly bigger than him, and far stronger. Jason scoffed, “no way, I’m not wearing tha-AAFF,” he shouted and was gagged as Sarah roughly pulled at his arm and shoved a pacifier into his mouth. “No, you’re the baby,” Sarah interjected, pulling a pack of diapers out of her backpack. “My parents are busy with work stuff in New York, and they said I’d have fun here.” She opened her backpack, “I’ll be the mother.” “How come you’re staying here all weekend?” Jason bit the inside of his cheek, shrugged, and hopped off his bed. The two ten-year old children sat in silence for very little time before Sarah offered, “wanna play ‘house?’” Her mother won’t be back until Monday, so please get along this weekend.” With the quick introduction over, he lowered Sarah’s backpack, and went back downstairs. “Jason’s in his room upstairs, I’ll help take your stuff up,” Jason’s father offered. The parents exchanged little small talk before Sarah’s mom departed. “Remember to make sure she has her protection on at night,” Sarah’s mother reminded the other two, gesturing at her daughter’s large backpack. They showered her with greetings, inviting the two in. Jason’s parents opened the door to Sarah and her mom.