"I dun need diapers,"
I said sharply, crossing my arms over my chest. All morning, I'd been on my best behavior. I woke up early. I made breakfast. I cleaned the kitchen. I played video games. I fed the kitties. I even did my homework! And now Mommy walks in and sets a diaper down in front of me?
"I'm not a baby!"
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"You're not a baby, little Anniebelle? Are you sure about that, missy?"
Annie had a defiant look on her face, the same one she got when I prompted her to eat vegetables or do her chores, the kind of expression that read, more than anything, 'cut me down to size, I dare you!'
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"Of course I'm sure!"
Mommy stepped up to me and slid her hand up my thigh, to the pink princess diaper between my legs, and stuck a finger in the legband. I let out a high pitched whine as she felt the sopping wet padding. Then she took her finger out, stood up, and gave me a serious look. With that one action, I'd lost all my momentum. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I felt so small...
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"This doesn't feel like a big girls diaper, does it? I can't imagine that could get much wetter without leaking but if you're so certain that you're a big girl then you don't need a change at all, do you? I guess if you're so big then you can stay in that diaper the rest of today."
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"No! I..."
I didn't know I'd wet so much. I remembered when I was doing the dishes, the warm water washing over my hands... I had to go. I remembered playing video games, wiggling back and forth on the sofa... I had to go. But I never hurried to the bathroom, and the need just sort of disappeared after a while. I couldn't believe how little I'd become...
"Please... um... can I have a new diaper, Mommy?"
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"You may have a new diaper, Annie, because you're a baby girl who needs them. But only babies who NEED diapers are allowed changes, so by accepting a new diaper, you're accepting that you're a baby."
Not that there was ever any doubt in the matter, because for every game Annie tried to play, she lost more and more of any chance of adultness.