A thin diaper

As Lillian sifts through the various diapers in Lisa's cubby, she carefully selects one of the thinner options, feeling a sense of responsibility to make the right choice. Dave, however, seems unconvinced, his brows furrowing in disagreement.

"I don't know, Lillian. Those thin ones don't look very comfy," Dave remarks, his pacifier still firmly in his mouth as he gestures towards the stack of waddler-cut diapers.

Lillian pauses, considering Dave's perspective, but ultimately sticks to her decision. "I think the thinner ones will feel more familiar for Lisa," she explains.

Dave grumbles slightly but eventually relents, realizing that Lillian has a point. With a shrug, he reaches for one of the thinner diapers and hands it to Lillian, conceding defeat.

As they head back to the Racoon room, Lillian can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having made a small difference. She turns to Dave, curiosity getting the better of her.

"So, if you're such a big fan of thick diapers and your paci," she begins, "why are you in preschool and not daycare?"

Dave's expression darkens slightly at the question, his pacifier bobbing in his mouth as he considers his response. "Well, my Daddy thinks I need to grow up a bit," he admits reluctantly, his tone tinged with frustration.

Lillian nods sympathetically, understanding the complexities of adult baby dynamics. "I see," she says softly, offering Dave a reassuring smile. "I'm sure your Daddy has your best interests at heart."

Dave's expression softens at Lillian's words, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he concedes, his tone more resigned now.

As Lillian and Dave enter the Racoon room, they find Miss Clara already preparing the changing table for Lisa's diaper change. Lisa lays on the changing table, her lower half already cleaned and bare. She looks up with a grateful smile as Miss Clara fluffs the thin diaper Lillian selected, a glimmer of relief evident in her eyes.

Miss Clara, with practiced ease, lifts Lisa's legs and slides the diaper underneath her, making sure it's positioned just right. Lillian watches intently, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she sees her choice being put into action.

With gentle precision, Miss Clara tapes the diaper snugly around Lisa's waist, ensuring a secure fit. Lisa squirms slightly but remains cooperative, her eyes sparkling with gratitude as she gazes up at Miss Clara.

"Thank you, Miss Clara," Lisa says softly, her voice filled with warmth. "And thank you, Lillian, for picking out the diaper for me."

Lillian smiles back, feeling a rush of pride at having helped a fellow preschooler. "You're welcome, Lisa," she replies warmly, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her new friend.

Miss Clara finishes securing the diaper and helps Lisa off the changing table, wrapping her in a comforting hug. "You're all set now, sweetie," she says gently, patting Lisa on the back. "Why don't you go join the other littles for some playtime?"

Lisa nods eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement as she scampers off to join her classmates.