I was bitten by a hyper-active baby one day,
and she gave me a special condition.
the sugar, saliva, and hints of breast milk all mixed into my blood and caused me to become, a were-baby. every night, especially during a full moon I find myself enamored to play with toys that I've picked up after feeling a whine in my brain to put them in the basket. on top of that though? as if finding myself playing with toys in the wee hours of the morning weren't bad enough I now find that when I become my were-baby self I don't want to go potty no more! so I've had to wear diapers too! I fear one day I'll give in to what I try to keep from doing and ask the nice girl at the check stand to be my babysitter.
this is a PSA to you anons, when handling babies make sure you leave no exposed skin, because you never know what secrets they may be hiding.