Because you see, she has decided that she is "over" diapers.
The poor thing. Most of the time I say something to the effect of, "Seren, I know you are really angry about this. I understand that. I'm sorry you are mad. But we just have to work through it and get ready for a clean, dry diaper."
All of this drama must exhaust her. I can't imagine the emotional energy it takes to burst into tears several times a day. It is admirable, really.
To be fair, she has had a rough, rough 10 days. The fevers, the cough, the medicines. She has been a trooper. We have been up in her face now every two hours for over two weeks with the amoxicillian, the steroids, the motrin and the nebulizer. So I can't blame her getting frustrated with yet another thing she HAS to do like sit in a chair or lay on the changing table.
But the drama? Oh my gosh.
Think I should get her this? :)

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