SillyLittleSnivy

Length: 1,254 words Contains: Diaper Messing Ahhh…..peace and quiet, all thanks to the night, when bedrooms become the best retreats for days soon to cease. Today’s hustle and bustle is through, and now, all that’s left to do is bask in soothing silence, for despite what the skies connote, despite the uncertainty their darkness denotes, what’s certain is scarcely a sound, besides the breeze blowing beside that midnight blue backdrop, will be heard along the horizon.  waddle….waddle…waddle waddle….waddle…waddle So, with silence defined comes sleepy time sublime, exactly what Mommy’s got in mind for little skunks showing night don’t need the sun’s light for welcoming warmth with pink pajama tops and poofy pampers. waddle….waddle…waddle waddle….waddle…waddle Just a few more steps to Emily’s room, and…..aaaaah…..there it is. There’s that soothing sanctuary of sleep, that perfect spot for respite, best known as her bed. Its movable mattress, bound to wash a body’s baggage away the

Length: 1,642 words Contains: Diaper Wetting, Diaper Messing Ah….those coveted cartoons. No matter the channels you cherish, their animated antics always amaze, though everyone knows when it comes to such shows, it’s tots who take the cake for cartoon consumption, including a certain silly skunk. Swish…Swish…Swish Oh yes, there’s never a day Emily’s not entertained by the boons of toons! Despite what cutesy shirts suggest, she knows Hello Kitty ain’t the only animal friend around! A dedicated Disney kid on the double, of course she knows the many marvelous members of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse!  “Hehehehe!” Now, perhaps one thinks the ever so lively little one can’t stay in one spot for a single showing, that a seemingly sedentary pursuit simply doesn’t suit the purple-furred fella, but you bet there’s many reasons she’d never miss the chance to say those magic words of “Meeska! Mooska! Mickey Mouse!” “Yay! Yay! Yay!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! I mean, just look at all those colors!

Length: 638 wordsContains: Diaper MessingThe day May flowers blossomed, lots of tots once soured by hours of showers adored the outdoors so awesome. All the while, with a smile, sunshine divine and sublime welcomed wowed crowds beyond clouds.As much as May would’ve loved to stay, they’re sorry to say they must go away, but sunny skies ain’t gray with dismay, cause now the kids have come to play! Hooray!With summers anew overdue, girls and boys jumped for joy in June, ‘cause with school not starting soon, they’ll enjoy a backyard’s boon alongside rays for days. So much time for fun, amidst freedom to romp and run, worries next to none, what better time to praise the sun?But now, come July, and…….why……..everyone’s inside?Why did the kids on break flake out?What’s got them leaving alone the sun whose lovely light has always shone?Well…….though its affection’s undenied, many don’t wanna get fried, because….sheeeeeesh….it’s a scorcher outside! It’s so hot that an Ice-type would melt away

Length: 600 wordsContains: Diaper MessingFollowing screens lacking luster, smiles brighter than diamonds set adverts aglow as opening scenes put the spotlight on diaper-clad delights. Said shiny stones may leave you awestruck, but the kind cleanest cut ain’t a cut above this Cranidos leaving you awwwwwwwstruck with those eyes shining their innocent sparkle!“What a priceless sight!” says the speaker insisting the same. “It’s true your little Rock-type’s more precious than gemstones!”“Hehehehehe!”Waddle! Waddle! Waddle!Crinkle! Crinkle! Crinkle!Promptly proving that with pep in his step, pianos play just as peppily as he toddles on carpeted terrain, the gleeful joy from his giggles worth more than all the jewels and gems in the world.“Though speaking of gems, it’s also true they’re diapered diamonds in the rough!” the speaker soon adds with a giggle.“Mmmmmph….”Roughness revealed right on cue, tensing tots popping squats set up sights no compensation could suffice while stone faced

Who’s the little kiddo that’s gotta go?Who’s the tot about to grunt, push, and squat?Well, what if I told ya…it’s Emolga!(WADDLE! WADDLE! WADDLE!)(WADDLE! WADDLE! WADDLE!)Be it ground or air, she moves ‘round the clock(PFFFFT!)But super sudden stops sure ain’t a shockCause those fruits and nuts once stored in her cheeksGotta go to places just as discrete!Nor is it a shock the tot who goes ZAP!Makes thunder from down under with a BRAAAAAAP!Or that diaper-clad kids are doing deedsForecasting lightning storms as guaranteed(SQUAT!)Though they’re snappy as bolts out of habitOf course Electric-types will be static  So don’t be shocked she’s standing stock still‘Cause Emolga’s got a diaper to fill!“Mmmph….”Now that the toddler’s squattin’ and gruntin’Daddy Raichu knows a storm is comin’As faces showing scarlet make him seeHer cheeks ain’t making electricity!“Mmmph…mmmph…”Into her diaper do solids go PLOP!Like nuts and acorns, from the trees they dropFoods so essential for such little

Who’s the little kiddo that’s gotta go?Who’s the tot about to grunt, push, and squat?Well, let’s take a gander…“Hehehehehe!”…it’s Charmander!(BRAAAAAAAAAAP!!!)Though his diaper’s comfy in its clean formOf course, a Fire-type can’t be too warm(SQUAT!)And so the boy makes his big tail go FWIP!To show warmth ain’t just from its flaming tip“Mmmmph….”Pressure like a volcano, cheeks red hotMake pushies pleasant for the fiery tot“Mmmmph….”Though not as pleasant as the many loadsSet to cozy up in crinkly abodes“Mmmmmmmmmph!”Amidst Mommy getting supplies with haste(PLOP!..PLOP!..PLOP!..PLOP!..PLOP!)Crinkling and crackling like a fireplace(PLOP!..PLOP!..PLOP!..PLOP!..PLOP!)Is his diaper expanding, sagging low(PLOP!..PLOP!..PLOP!..PLOP!..PLOP!)Bringing toasty warmth the kid loves and knows“Phew…”To some, what’s made his diaper so droopyIs called nothing more than making poopyBut to the blazing boy but two years oldHe’s just kindling and making lumps of coal(SMOOOOOOSH!)“Aaaaaah…”Heat swiftly

(PFFRRRT!)Who’s that little kiddo that’s gotta go?Who’s that tot about to grunt, push, and squat?Making stinkies galore…..“Ngggh….”…it’s Bulbasaur!“Mmmmph…..”(PFFFT! FRRRRT!! BRAAAAAAP!!!)Rosy red cheeks and a face full of strainAre natural as a grassy terrainAnd when nature’s call has to be answeredWhat better way than packing his pampers?(SQUAT!)Like seeds making several flowers blossom“Mmmmph!”(DUMP!)Fruits of labor crowd his crinkly bottoms“Mmmmph!”(DUMP!)Filling his diaper with no sort of strife“Mmmmph!”(DUMP!)Bulbasaur knows it’s the cycle of life“Mmmmph…..”This still rings true as poopy pressure growsAnd the Grass-type tot needs to drop more loadsFor let’s not forget that this little tyke’sMoves and movements aren’t tied to one type“Mmmmmmmmmph!”And so second types that denote decaySimply help the stress and strain go away(SLUUUUUUUUMP!!!)His diaper’s loaded, but light as feathersIs the boy who used Sludge Bomb….“Phew…”…much better.(SMOOOOOSH!!!)Pairing such comfort is one just

As well-renowned rays stop by to say “Hey!”With radiant rituals every dayLike the sun that’s done so all of the timeEmily is ready to rise and shine!waddle…waddle…waddlecrinkle…crink-BRAAAAAAAAAAAP!Like the chimes that play when wind is aroundPrompt pressure plays a familiar soundLike the ocean wave’s rhythmic rise and fallThis toddler’s well attuned to nature’s callcrinkle…crinkle…crinklecrinkle…crinkle…crinkleJust as nature acts without need of thoughtLike sunset, she lowers and starts to squatPFFFFFT! FRRRRRT!And so, shifts like those that turn day to nightPerfectly pair like skies with stars so bright“Mmmmph…..mmmmmmmph!”Like how you can’t have plants without soilShe can’t pack pamps without grunts and toilPSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH!!!PBLOOORT!!!…SLUMP!And like how water and light make plants growSoaks and stinkies make her diaper sag low“Mmmmmmmmmph!”PBLAAAAAART!…SLUUUUUUUMP!!!There isn’t a need to be so surprisedThat Emily’s made a mess of such sizeAlthough it’s a fact you may find quite

You know Poipole poops in his diaper a lot!“Mmmph…”So of course he’s already popping a squat!“….mmmmmmmph!”SLUUUUUUUUMP!Guess it’s not time to potty train this totBut that doesn’t mean Poipole’s potty is for naught!“Hehehehe!”PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!See what I mean? He’s being such a good boyUsing his potty to put away his toys!“Mmmmph!”PBLOOOOORP!Sure, Mom’s gotta change another diaper, and many moreBut at least there’s no more toys on the floor!POOOOOOUUUR!Speaking of work that’s menialWith Poipole’s potty as a bowl for his cerealNor will Mom need to wash as many dishes!“Grrrrrrrrrmph!”PBLAAAAARP!So, who cares if the boy again loaded his britches!Splish…splish….splishOh! Looks like helping Mom ain’t his potty’s only path‘Cause Poipole’s turning it into a birdbath!With her kid so kind to help out a bird“Mmmmmmmph!”SLUUUUUUUUMP!Mom doesn’t mind he just made a big turd!Scoop….scoop….scoopOoooh, now he’s scooping soil! Isn’t that awesome?Poipole’s potty is a place where flowers will