Daddy says I need to be potty trained. So he's been making me use the toilet, and putting me in pull-ups. But I don't want to be potty trained! I want to stay a little diaper wearing babygirl forever! So I decide to teach Daddy a lesson, by intentionally messing in my pull-ups. That'll show him! He'll know I'm much too little to be potty trained. I grunt and moan as I mess my pull-up. Making it all stinky and saggy. Perfect! Once he comes home and sees I've messed myself he'll have to reconsider. But suddenly my stomach starts churning and I need to mess again... and again... and again! Uh oh! What have I done? I can't stop messing! Daddy won't be home for a while, and I'm not allowed to change myself. Looks like I'm going to be stuck in an increasingly messy pull-up all day!