Princess Polly's Potty: A Noisy Sound Book

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This might look a little strange, but it’ll be okay,” Bethany chimed in, stepping closer, making it harder for Chrissy to run away. Hazel was bigger than her, and more clever than her, and was always a step ahead of her… For all Janet knew, there was a baby monitor in the room, watching her, and if she made any attempt to move from her crib, her sitter would be there in a flash, ready to punish her some more for being such a naughty baby. No, it was better to stay there until the morning, and hope she could remain dry until then. April?” The woman looked up from the floor, where she was down on her knees, gathering up discarded toys to return them to the box. She was glad she did, too, to curb her first instinct to roll her eyes and snap, “What?!”, wondering what more her lazy co-workers could possibly want from her. It wasn’t one of them after all… It was her boss, Mrs. Padgett. “Y-Yeah?” she blushed, heart pounding at the close call. That would have been bad… The last thing she needed right now was to lose her job over a silly mistake like that. “What can I do for you?”

On the increased demand for his book, Tony Ross has said, “When I first wrote the story it was aboutcleanliness at meal times, never in a million years did I think we’d be in the public health crisis we are inand that people would be reading the book in this way! I just hope that it can help, and that all the littleprincesses and princes out there learn to wash their hands!” You get the booties on,” Mrs. Padgett instructed, taking charge as always as she opened up a door on the changing table and pulled something out, unfolding it to ensure April recognized it, grinning as she saw the girl start to squirm and struggle. “I’ll take care of the diaper.” Yes, you did,” Hazel agreed. “And, because of that, I’ll hold off on telling your Mommy about all this… But you still went pee-pee in your diapie, and this was our arrangement. Now, would you like to keep throwing a fit so you can lose your potty privileges, too?” PLASTIC FREE AND HYGIENIC the baby soft silicone is a lightweight and easy to clean by hand or in dishwasher; replacing plastic potties The Whizzer is now the eco-friendly travel potty that is a long-lasting sustainable alternative. It was true, she’d never been a bedwetter, and yet, as much as Zella had insisted she was, she couldn’t help feeling a twinge of doubt in her own abilities. It was still early, and she wasn’t really tired, so that wasn’t going to help matters, and she tried to tell herself that was the source of her worries, that she wasn’t allowing Zella to get into her head and start convincing her that her step-daughter knew more about her than she did herself, but she wasn’t sure how well that was working. If Zella thought she wet the bed, well… Maybe she had a point. If her bladder started to feel full, it was definitely going to be tough stopping it when she couldn’t come close to closing her thighs, much less crossing her legs, and when she gave an experimental push on her diaper with her free hand, she barely felt it.Prissy,” Hazel knelt down, looking her in the eyes. “You can use the potty here, now, or you can go in your diaper later, in private… Or, you can go in the morning, after I come to get you up, and not a second before, if you can make it, although I doubt you’ll be able to. Do you?” Then you’d better go ahead and use them while you have them,” Hazel encouraged her. “Once I get you diapered for bed, you aren’t getting up until the morning.”

So Dorothy got her diapers, and kept them hidden away in her dresser. If nothing else, they encouraged her to do her laundry more often, so she didn’t accidentally dig too far while searching for clothes and accidentally show them off. Having them right there, however, only made her more desperate to get to wear them… So, as soon as Alex announced she was going to be heading home one weekend, Dorothy leapt on her chance.I guess that’s not too bad,” she conceded, “but that diaper definitely isn’t completely dry, is it?” You can call me Chrissy,” Christina offered. “I-I know it doesn’t sound as professional, but… Well, nobody really calls me Christina, so it’s weird to hear it.” Sometimes,” Alexa shrugged. “But what about you, Chrissy? Why did you come to a job interview in a diaper?” Hazel had given her some extra protection, ensured her crib would stay dry, if nothing else, but she might have also doomed her. That had to be a coincidence… Didn’t it? Surely she wouldn’t have done that on purpose… She couldn’t possibly want Janet to fail, want her to wake up the next morning in a wet diaper, whether it happened when the girl was asleep or awake… Right?

Then prove it,” Hazel urged. “I haven’t heard any tinkles… I can’t imagine that little puddle in your pants is all you had in you. Go ahead, finish up… I don’t want to be in here all night.” Aww!” Hazel cooed, returning to the bedside, staring down at her. “I totally forgot about that… Did you?” Janet looked up at her, confused, until the girl helped her up off of the bed, guiding her a few steps away. Even that small distance was a struggle, fighting to get used to the extra-big diaper, and, once she was in front of the mirror, that was all she could stare at. What are you so upset about, Chrissy?” Alexa teased. “That’s a very strange reaction… Unless…” She nodded to Bethany, who guided the smaller girl further inside, stopping in front of the giant crib that seemed to be the centerpiece of the oversized nursery.Janet shook her head bashfully; she was an adult, and a perfectly well-potty-trained one at that, but she knew there was zero chance she’d be able to hold it another hour, much less through the night. That would be so humiliating, lying in bed, having to pee her pants, and go to sleep in it, waking up in a wet diaper like a bedwetter… She couldn’t let that happen. Dorothy couldn’t help the squeal of panic that escaped her throat, ensuring that Alex looked right at her, well before she had the chance to grab something, anything, to cover herself with. She gulped, staring up at Alex, cheeks burning, certain that this was it, that she was never going to live this down… We’ll see about that,” Zella smirked, giving the girl’s damp diaper a pat. “Now, go on… Get up onto the changing pad so I can get you ready for bed, Prissy.”