Scarlett tiptoes across the room, her heart beating with excitement and nervousness. She spots a stack of colorful pullups neatly arranged beside the crib. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one is watching, she reaches out, her fingers trembling slightly, and grabs one of the pullups.

Scarlett slides the pullup on, feeling the snug fit around her waist. She wiggles a little, testing how it feels, and smiles at the comfort it brings. She leans back, her feet dangling off the bed, and wonders what it would be like to be treated like her little sister again.

Scarlett pauses by her sisters door, gazing at the garden outside. She feels both grown-up and small at the same time, caught between worlds. The sensation is strange but oddly comforting, and she giggles softly to herself. she then feels the need to potty so she goes poop in her pullup. Mom then finds her in her poopy pullups.

"Scarlett, what are you doing, sweetheart?" Scarlett hesitates, her cheeks flushing pink. She looks down, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, unsure how to explain her actions. Scarletts mom changes her out of her poopy pullups into a new fresh one.

"Would you like to be my little baby again for a while?" Scarlett nods, her eyes bright with excitement. Her mother gently guides her to the sofa, offering cuddles and affectionate words, treating her as she would her youngest child.

Scarlett thinks about her adventure, feeling happy and cherished. She realizes that sometimes, it’s okay to be little again—and that love, in all its forms, makes her feel brave enough to explore.