Bubble's New Babysitter

Bubbles was lying back on the floor on her changing matt as mommy undid the tapes of her diaper. She was changed out of her night-time diaper and into a daytime one, which couldn't hold nearly as much as the nighty, so it didn't take long before she had to be changed out of it.

"Bubbles, I just want you to know that daddy won't be able to make it this weekend," said mommy as she wiped her.

"Why? What's wrong with daddy?"

"Nothing's wrong with daddy, sweet-pea. His job sometimes needs him there extra some times, so he won't be able to be here."

Bubble's dad workplace was several hours away, so his family didn't see him as often as they would have liked.

"In the meantime," her mom continued, raising her legs and moving the new diaper under her, "I managed to find you a babysitter while I take care of a few things at work."

"Babysitter? I don't wanna babysitter. Why can't I come with you?"

"Because my office doesn't have any toys or cartoons or anything else a little like you would want. With a babysitter, you can play with your toys and do all kinds of fun stuff at home."

Her mom powdered her and pulled the new tapes back on.

Bubbles was a baby, but she wasn't just any type of baby. Bubbles was actually in her early twenties, but she was also a little, so she had spent her whole life wearing diapers and sleeping in cribs and eating in a high chair. Littles made up 1/3 of the population, so people didn't make a big deal out of it. Her parents were actually overjoyed when the doctor told them. Both of her parents were caregivers, a type of person biologically wired to take care of babies and littles.