Scootaloo was the first one to wake up the next morning, like she often was. She tirelessly looked around the room and jumped off the bed. She quickly noticed a very bad smell coming from the garbage can, then it hit her. She started to remember her little accident she’d had last night. It was one of the most embarrassing things she had ever done, and she especially felt sorry that her mother had to change that. She had never done such a thing in years.

The tomboyish pegasus sighed, and looked up at her mother who was still asleep. Sweetie Belle was asleep as well. She didn't really want to wake them up, so she instead decided to make them breakfast. “A little breakfast in bed doesn't hurt anypony, Dad does it all the time, when he’s home that is.” She thought to herself and rushed out of the room. Or rather she tried to, she instead tripped and landed on her padded bottom. Luckily she was still dry.

Dizzy Twister turned over to her left side and snuggled with Sweetie Belle as she slept, she held the little filly as if she was a teddy bear. It was rare for Scootaloo to see her mother do that. She must've been dreaming of snuggling with her husband again (which wouldn't be a surprise since he'd been gone for seven months, maybe even longer).

Scootaloo quickly looked at the two sleeping ponies in the room. Neither of them had heard her, thankfully. So she quietly closed the door and walked slowly downstairs, relieved that she didn’t have to use the bathroom. A trip to the toilet would surely wake them up. Sweetie Belle in particular didn’t seem like a heavy sleeper, if last night and the night before that were any indication.

As she reached the ground floor, Scootaloo thought that maybe she should get the newspaper for her mother. That would show that she wasn’t just a little foal, that she could do big pony things by herself.

Without even thinking about her current attire, Scootaloo opened the door and went outside to get the paper. But as she picked it up some toddler earth pony walked by with her friends. The filly started to giggle at her, which caused Scootaloo to realize she had gone outside in her diapers! Horrified, Scootaloo tried to cover it with her hooves, but it was too late!

“Aw. I didn't know big ponies wear diapers too.” One of the toddlers teased. The parents of the foal then came from out of nowhere, and they too started laughing, some of them even took pictures.

As if to make things even worse, Featherweight appeared out of nowhere and giggled before saying. “Smile for the camera, Crinkleloo!” Before Scootaloo could react, the camera flashed and a picture of her all padded up was now in Featherweight’s hooves! “Oh this will get me popular at school for sure!” He snickered, before flying away with the picture firmly in hoof.

Scootaloo quickly snapped out of it, and blushed. She realized that she’d been daydreaming, and she hadn't really gone outside. She sighed and decided to just not bother, it's not like anything important was in the paper anyways. “Mom usually checks for the paper when she wakes up in the morning. Besides, breakfast in bed will really show her how mature I’m getting.” She thought.

Scootaloo then dashed into the kitchen. She almost tripped again but managed to regain her balance. She let out a soft sigh. “I forgot it's so easy to trip in these diapers, why do they have be so thick?” (Though she was pretty used to tumbles, especially with all the scooter accidents she got into. Though none were ever serious.)

Scootaloo went over to the pan area of the kitchen and got one out from a drawer with her mouth. “Dis would be so much easier If I was a unicorn wike Sweetie Belle” She lisped, and took the pan over to the stove. With a great deal of effort, she put it down on and carefully turned on the stove. She’d helped her mom bake cookies a few times, and once she’d tried to make eggs for herself, so she had something of an idea on what to do and what not to do.

Then the filly fluttered her wings up to the pancake mix which was a on a shelf above her. She didn't even bother to read any of the instructions, a lot of the directions used fancy words she wasn’t familiar with. “Aw, this is easy. I see Mom do it all the time, so why should I read it? It'll be easy as pie.” She thought, as she unceremoniously threw the instructions away and got a bowl to pour the mix in. Some of the powder from the mix landed on her and stuck to her coat, but she just smiled as she made breakfast. She could clean up later.

Next the filly got some eggs, cracked them with her hoof, and put about five eggs into the mixing bowl. Once she’d finished, she went to the fridge and poured milk into the bowl, but it got a little too full, some milk landed on the counter where Scootaloo was sitting. Oh well, the grown-ups always said it was no use crying over spilled milk. A few paper towels would clean that up later.

Scootaloo mixed everything together as best she could, and when she’d finished the object in the pan was starting to look more like pancakes. But then she realized she’d forgotten the syrup, you couldn’t have pancakes without syrup! The filly tried reaching for the bottle, which rested on a shelf high above, but she couldn't reach it. She tried flapping her wings as much as she could, but it was still too high for her. So for her next idea, she picked up one of her toy balls that was in the kitchen, and threw up at the syrup bottle, in the hopes it would drop.

The syrup did indeed drop next to Scootaloo, and she caught it with her hooves just before it hit the ground. But the ball had struck other things. A big jar of honey fell and broke on a shelf above, causing honey to fall onto Scootaloo, making her feel all sticky. Then a bag of flower ripped and fell on top of Scootaloo. And to top it off, a few of her feathers (from her earlier flying attempt) landed and stuck to her coat, making her look like a chicken. Granted, a chicken with a ghostly white coat and orange wings, but still a chicken.

“Why did this happen?” Scootaloo asked to herself as she tried to get up, noticing that a lot of that honey had gotten absorbed into her diaper. And now she felt really sticky.

Scootaloo tried and tried to get up, but the honey kept holding her down. Although it wasn't as strong as tree sap, it was still somehow just as sticky and able to keep her from lifting herself off the ground. “This is the worst day ever,” Scootaloo groaned to herself. “Oh well, at least Mom and Sweetie Belle aren't up yet.”

“Ahem,” Called a voice from the hallway. Standing in the kitchen doorway was Dizzy Twister, with Sweetie Belle at her side. Both of them were trying their hardest not to laugh at Scootaloo, but it was obvious they wanted to laugh, just from the looks on their faces. “Aw, I guess some widdle baby wanted to make breakfast. But you should remember you're way too young to be doing this, you're only three after all. And foals shouldn’t be messing with stoves,” Dizzy Twister jokingly cooed, as she turned off the stove. Then she added. “Now let's get you into the bath, and you two, Sweetie. You two are starting to get really stinky.” She fanned a hoof across her nose when she spoke that last sentence.

Both fillies blushed upon hearing that, as they realized they’d both gone an entire day without a bath, even after what they’d done last night. Sweetie Belle then walked over to Scootaloo and used her magic to levitate Scootaloo off the ground, freeing her from most of the sticky honey. “You're probably too sticky to be removed by Mommy, so I’ll just do the job of removing you myself.” She offered.

They eventually made it to the bathroom, and Sweetie levitated Scootaloo over to the sink, as Dizzy got some warm water and a sponge ready, to wipe what she could off of Scootaloo.

Once Dizzy Twister got what she could off of Scootaloo, she removed the old, sticky diaper and put it in the trash. She then put Scootaloo in the bathtub, and went to Sweetie Belle and removed her diaper. “Looks like somepony was able to stay dry this morning.” She said happily.

Sweetie Belle giggled, as she was placed into the warm bathtub with Scootaloo. She grabbed the rubber ducky and started to move it around the water, all while Scootaloo just watched her friend play. She wasn’t in any mood to play with bath toys.

Dizzy Twister smiled. “Aw, you two are so cute. It's a shame I can't leave you two alone, since you’re just three years old for the weekend,” She said with a wink, she then pulled out a camera (The same one she let Scootaloo borrow) and took a picture of her babies. Once finished, she went and got a washcloth, and started to wipe Scootaloo, who had gotten more honey on her rump. “It's a good thing we took care of this now instead of later. Otherwise, it might of been stuck on you forever!” She joked.

After about three minutes of dealing with her daughter, Dizzy cleaned off the last of the honey, and put shampoo on both of her babies manes. She rubbed it all around them, not missing a single spot. Once done, she put a cup in the water and poured it over their heads to rinse them off. After a little bit of scrubbing them with soap, Dizzy finished the bathing.

Sweetie Belle splashed some of to Scootaloo, who splashed back! “Oh, It is so on!” They both said as they started their splashing war, getting water almost everywhere.

Dizzy Twister was unaware of this water war, she was too busy picking out some towels for her foals. But when Dizzy got the towels, her happy mood changed to a not so pleased one. Her floor was completely soaked and the foals were playing with the water as if it was a toy of sorts. “That is enough, young foals.” She scolded lightly, unplugging the drain and letting the tub be emptied.

Both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle looked at each other before blushing, and they both said. “Sowwy, Mommy, it won't happen again.”

Dizzy sighed, as she put a few towels on the bathroom floor to clean up the mess they’d made. Then she moved to her foals and got them cleaned up. Once they were nice and dry, she put both of them on the changing mat, and put some pink diapers on them this time. “I know how much my babies love their pink diapees.” She cooed, making Scootaloo fake a gag.

Once they were diapered and ready, Dizzy asked. “Now then, neither of my foals have to use the potty, do they?” And when both shook their heads no, she brought them back to the kitchen, and put them both In a double length highchair. She then turned around and frowned, realizing she still had to clean the mess Scootaloo made.

Before she could though, a knock was heard at the door. “That's odd, I’m not expecting any visitors today.” Dizzy commented in a confused tone, walking out of the kitchen.

Scootaloo mentally hoped this visitor wouldn’t be Diamond Tiara. What if her father needed Dizzy to foalsit her again or something? Then Diamond would surely make fun of her and Sweetie for acting like toddlers, friendship or no friendship.

Dizzy answered the door, and was surprised to see Rarity standing there with what looked to be a teddy bear in her hooves. “Greetings, Rarity,” Dizzy politely acknowledged her visitor. “What, might I ask, brings you here?” She inquired in a curious tone.

“Oh, hello Mrs. Twister,” Rarity greeted with a blush. “I... just came to bring one of Sweetie’s toys. She has a hard time sleeping by herself, so she usually sleeps with her teddy.” She proceeds to walk into the house. Despite the knowledge of what Sweetie Belle had agreed to, Rarity was still a little shocked when she saw her little sister in nothing but a diaper, alongside Scootaloo. Although, in a way the fashionista couldn’t explain, it was weird and yet adorable. “It’s as if Sweetie Belle were a little one again.” She thought, and gave Sweetie Belle the teddy.

“MY TEDDY!” Sweetie Belle screamed out of excitement. She really didn't want to admit it, but she had been having a hard time getting to sleep lately (even if she'd been sleeping with Scootaloo mostly. “Thanks, Rarity.” She sweetly said, as she snuggled her teddy.

“You’re welcome, darling, I must say you look absolutely adorable,” Rarity cooed, as she felt something overcome her. “I wonder how Rainbow Dash, Twilight, and the other girls would feel if I told them of this. Oh, maybe we could all take turns babying you two. It would be so much fun, just so long as you promise to use the potty when you’re in my care. I’d rather not have to change messy diapers, so uncouth!” She remarked.

“HEY!” Scootaloo protested. “You are NOT going to tell anypony about this! I don't need Rainbow Dash treating me like a foal whenever she sees me, or even stop hanging out with me! I knew it was wrong for Sweetie Belle to tell you!” She stubbornly replied.

Rarity realized this probably was best kept a secret, and then remembered what she’d promised to Sweetie Belle. “Oh, I’m ever so sorry, Scootaloo. Don’t quite know what came over me there,” She apologized, pinching Scootaloo and Sweetie’s cheeks. “I guess I just got carried away with how adorable you two are. But I’m afraid I have to go now, Carousel Boutique can’t run itself you know.” As she left the house, a thought came to Rarity’s mind. “Perhaps I could make some foal clothes for them, I’m sure Scootaloo would like a nice Wonderbolts themed sleeper. And maybe, once Sweetie comes back home, I could treat her this way in my boutique a little. Well If she wants too at least. Maybe I could even see about having Mother and Father give me her old foal supplies.” She pondered.

Dizzy Twister smiled at Sweetie Belle, once Rarity had left. “Well I’m happy you got your teddy back, now who's ready for some break-” But then a knock was heard at the door once again, and Dizzy sighed again. “One minute, babies, Momma has to see who this could be.”

When Dizzy answered the door, she couldn't help but tear up and smile brightly. For standing before her, was none other than Quickshot, her husband. She gave him a passionate hug and kiss! “I’ve missed you so much, honey!” She said sweetly. “It's good to see you again! But this is a surprise. I didn’t know you’d be home again,” She nervously added. “There’s… something we need to talk about, and something I need to tend to.

Quik was about to ask what his wife meant, but then he smelt something he shouldn't. It seemed to smell something like fresh baby powder. “Powder? But we don't have a baby in this house, do we?” He wondered out loud, and began investigating. He followed the smell to the kitchen before Dizzy could stop him. Upon entering the kitchen, his eyes fell upon his daughter and her friend Sweetie Belle. Both of them seated in a double wide highchair in nothing but pink diapers. He turned to his wife with a noticeable glare on his face. “Why are they in diapers, Dizzy?! They're way, way, WAY too old for them!” He declared, stomping his hoof on the ground!

Dizzy Twister closed the front door, relieved that no one had overheard. This probably wasn't going to be a good conversation, and Quick could be a little stubborn at times. How best to explain this situation to him in a way he’d understand? “Well... you see…” She began, as she tried to think of what she should say.

Author's Note

And a new chapter after 2 or 3 months of slacking off.