"Hey there, kiddo, are you having fun?" I coo at you; you were sat in a bouncer in front of the TV as you were enjoying your favorite show. You look over at me and nod happily, unable to give me a vocal answer because of the pacifier you were sucking on.
"Well, I'm glad, Y/N, but it's sleepy time," I smile as I turn off the TV, making you groan; I giggle because you look so cute when you're grumpy. I take you out of the bouncer and carry you to your nursery.
"No sweep, mommy! I no tired!" You complain; I put you on the changing table and pat your diapered butt.
"Mommy knows best, love, and little babies like yourself should listen to their mommies, correct?" I state sternly but sweetly, and you nod embarrassingly. I remove the pacifier out of your mouth and look at you expectantly.
"Yes what, bub?"
"Little babies like myself need to listen to their mommies, mommy," you say shyly, earning a pinch on the cheek.
"Good job!" I praise, then I begin to change your diaper into a very thick ni