Mav thought he could get away with it. Somehow, despite the smell and the obvious brown stain discoloring the seat of his diaper, he thought there was no way Daddy would be able to tell he made a stinky.
This notion was quickly disproven.
"Pee-yew!"
The door of the nursery swung open and in strolled Daddy, wearing a broad, toothy grin.
"I think someone needs a diaper change!"
Mav started blankly for a second, then shook his head.
"Oh?" Daddy replied with a smirk. "Why not?"
"I'm not poopy, Daddy" Mav replied meekly.
Daddy shook his head and chuckled. "Then what's up with that brown stain on your tushy?"
Mav's eyes widened as he moved a hand to his rump. He'd been caught red-handed.
Before Mav knew it, Daddy was standing over him.
"Nice try, stinky."
Daddy swiftly popped a pacifier into Mav's mouth, lifted the boy to his feet, and pulled him over to the changing table.
"Up!" he commanded. "And get on all fours."
Mav obeyed as Daddy pulled out his phone.
"Boys who lie about their dirty diapers get their pictures taken," he said with a devilish smirk. "Let's show everyone how stinky you are."