Just do it yourself, it's fine

Making sure the door is shut, you fumble with the diaper, and manage to rip it off. Yuck, it smells. Tossing it in the trash can by your dresser, you pull out a pair of boxers. Slipping them on, you put on clothes for the day and head downstairs for breakfast. Your mom is already there, reading the paper.

"Hey, mom," you say, plopping down across the table from her. You begin chowing down on the bacon on your plate.

"Hey, honey," she responds without looking up. "Did you...you know, go last night?"

"Huh?" You say between mouthfuls. "Oh, yeah."

"You need changing, then?"

"Oh, no, I did it myself."

This get's her to look up. "You did what?"

"Yeah, I didn't think it would--"

"Did I say you could change yourself?"

"Well, no--"

"In fact, John, I'm pretty sure I specifically told you that I would change you _after _breakfast! Get over here, now!"

What does she have planned...? You go around the table to your mom. She pats her knee, and you see an angry frown on her face.

She's gonna spank you!