Warnings for: infantilism, nappies, bottles, sippy cups, crib, dummies, oversized high chair, stroller, car seat, bouncy chair, swing, walker, folded crib and jumperoo.
This story is about Kurt and Blaine living in a infantilism lifestyle 24/7 wher...
(A/N: I know the picture isn't a trampoline park but we'll pretend that it's part of a trampoline park)
Santana and I decided it would be a good idea to take the kids out to a trampoline park although they maybe be too little but as long as they're supervised all the time then it should be fine. Even though it was cold out, we still decided to go as we could just always wrap up in layers.
"Right, how far away did you say this trampoline park was?" Bas asks me.
"Urm, I think it's about a half an hour walk but a 10-15 minute drive, but we can walk, get a bit of fresh air" I tell him.
"Yeah that's fine" he says.
"Shall we go get dressed mister?" I coo to Blaine as I walked up to him as he played in the living room.
"Ah dada" he squeals.
"Yeah" I coo as I pick him up and kiss his cheek.
"Let's go" I take Blaine upstairs whilst Sebastian packs a bag. I pick an outfit out and lie him on his changing table.
"Do we need a change bubba?" I say to myself as I took his trousers off and then checked his nappy.
"Oh we certainly do, I think we need to change a stinky nappy" I tickle his belly, making him laugh.
"I think we need to change a stinky nappy" I repeat as I carried on tickling his belly. I change his nappy before putting him into some navy joggers, a short sleeve navy shirt and some navy socks.
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