Your daddy got you all strapped into the car after you've been fighting it for who knows how long, refusing to sit in the baby seat even though you’re clearly in little space. After finally getting you strapped in you begin to squirm, you hear the faint sound of your diaper which only embarreses you more as well as your onesie and clip on paci. You whine and squeal, tugging at the straps of the baby seat, then hear a slight tsk from your daddy and a sigh.. "ah ah ah, don't pull at the straps little girl." He says firmly.