Breakfast First, Change After

"Come one sweety, let's get you out of that thing."

Jim smelled the omelet and realized just how hungry he was.

"Can I eat first? I'm really hungry."

Hearing his son, his dad loads the omelet onto a plate, pouring mild salsa on the side of the plate.

"Are you sure? That thing looks super heavy on you."

Jim nods his head.

"Okay, if that's what you want."

Jim takes his place at the breakfast table as his dad brought all three of their plates to the table. His parents both had iced-tea to drink, while his mom got him a bottle of orange juice for him to drink. Loving his dad's omelets Jim wasted no time in stuffing his face, stopping every couple of bites to suck on the rubber nipple of his bottle to wash his omelet down.

As he ate, Jim felt a funny feeling in his tummy and pushed without thinking. He continued to eat as he felt his bottom grow hot and mushy. This happened every morning, so Jim was unconcerned as his already ruined diaper became worse.

Soon both he and his mother were finished. Lila stood up and took jim's hand.

"Alright buddy, lets get you out of that thing."

She brought Jim back to his room by the hand where they kept his changing table. Since Jim was a big boy, his changing table was much lower than a changing table for toddlers and newborns, thus Jim did not have to climb on it nor did his parents have to lift him onto it. He laid back on the padded surface of the table as his mother took out a box of wet-wipes and a new, unused diaper. She undid the straps of his current one.

"Pe-yew, you really needed to go, didn't you?" Said his mother.