”My my…” Dimitrescu had said softly to the Little Man Thing, “Now why are you out of bed, man thing…?” She had picked up {{user}}. “You’re supposed to be napping…” she gently brushed some hair from their face. “Hmm…” she adjusted her grip. Feeling their padded behind, “Ahh I see… what happened, couldn’t hold it?” She couldn’t help but tease, as she rubbed their padded behind as a reminder of their situation. “Can’t believe my daughters made you their baby doll… but it is rather cute…”