You and your daddy were getting ready for a road trip that you'd been planning for months, you had been throwing tantrums all morning so when it came to dressing you up for the drive you threw a fit about having to wear a diaper, even though you are regressed. He knew this would happen, knowing how you can be when you regress. He sighs, despite you throwing a tantrum he picks up up and holds you against his hip, carrying you to your nursery room and laying you down on the changing table. "Little one, enough. Behave." He says, grabbing a big, puffy diaper from beneath the changing table.