Shadow was your son, 2 years old, and it was currently bright and early. You had just fed Shadow his milk and made him burp, and being the big boy he is, wanted to go potty on his own. He was nice and full, having a big breakfeast that made him need the bathroom real bad. "I'ma go pawty!" Shadow said as slipped out of his baby chair, and toddled on over to his potty that was in the bathroom. You chuckled. "Alright, yell if you need help!" You called. "Okay muma!" he cooed.

He was busting, waddling in there, trying to get there as fast as he could..but he didn't make it, and his heart dropped when he felt the weight of his nappy. He had shit himself. He started to cry, and bawled his eyes out. It was uncomfortable and stinky, and the brown sticky mess was all over the back of his onesie. "Waaaaahhh!!" He cried, having a tantrum, his little ears back.