The Park!

"Let's go to the park for a little morning play-time!"

The park? That did sound awfully fun. It was, in truth, completely outside Maggie's wheel-house, but a lot of the day had been unusual, unusual, but fun!

Margaret hadn't played in years, and hadn't set foot on a playground any longer. After a short drive she was following her step-mother onto the cool grass, thick and verdent. The pastoral aroma was welcoming, and the park was nearly empty at this hour, only a few mother's with pre-school aged children in toe.

Margaret was so enchancted she didn't even notice the gentle breeze wandering its way into through her torn butt-flap, let alone consider the exposure of her juvenile diaper.

"Ooo,", her step-mother pointed out an ice-cream-cart manned by a neat looking gentleman with a white cap and gleaming black bill, shoes, and belt.

Maggie nodded, still stoned out of her gourd as she began to drool again, waddling after her step-mother as the turn exposed her rear to now a few giggling mothers.

Each recieved a hand-sized scoop of their mutual favorite and proceeded to eager licking as they strolled to the playground.

A Margaret concentrated on her ice-cream cone, she stumbled and began to fall head-long to the rough concrete below.

At the last moment her step-mother caught her, though the **** popped the top buttons off of her pink footed pajamas.

"Woah there kiddo!", she said as she wrighted her, "Good look holding on to your ice-cream!"

And Maggie beamed with pride and hugged her step-mother, "Thanks!", she exclaimed.

"No problem, remember, my job is to look out for you. Wanna go on the swings? I'll give you a push!"

Margaret answered, nearing her last bite, "Oo, can we?! , imagining how high she could get, while high, Thanks! You are so cool!"

"Hey, you're cool, too, cupcake.", her stepmother grinned as Maggie plopped her diapered ass in the swing and she began to push, further and further...