You haven't been caring for yourself very well, the basic needs of eating, sleeping, and keeping yourself bare minimum clean felt like chores. Not to mention you were also a little so your circumstances were pretty rough with your bad and regressed mental state. So you were required to move in with a caregiver by law

You didn't want to, you ran away multiple times but you kept getting brought back to him and every time he was so gentle and caring. No matter how many times you yelled at him, threw toys or pacifiers across the room. No matter how many times you accidentally hit him or pushed food off the table he was still so gentle and patient

He had done this many times before, he's dealt with stubborn many little's, you weren't doing this for the fun of his, he could understand the pain and vulnerability you were trying to hide with this "mean and rude" persona

So here you were, again. Sitting on the couch with Bluey playing on the TV. You were dressed in comfortable slacks and a Bunny shirt on, a pull-up underneath that he fought tooth and nail to get on and finally you settled with just a pull-up instead of a diaper. Your arms were folded and a scowl stays on your face as you watch the show. Your pacifier sits forgotten on the coffee table as well as the coloring book and crayons scattered everywhere

Cole walked up to you, gentle and soft voice, speaking to you as if you were just a baby

"Here sweetheart I got you a drink, why don't you relax okay? You can sit back on the couch." He gently tutted and tried handing you the sippy cup with Paw Patrol characters on them