No, you can not tolerate before my departure. I’m right here right here on the table, I’ll let a stream flow ”I smiled, presenting Marinin’s reaction to Vitin a fountain of surprise. Of course, knowing all the ticklish places of the boy, I could in two accounts force him to pee.

“Let's brush it up again here,” I said with a businesslike look, and after squeezing a new portion of baby cream onto my fingers, I began to smear Vita again on the scrotum.

- Who was told to lie still! - Marina turned to her son, - What are you jerking with your feet? Just like a year old.

“I entered the image,” I joked, and Marina and I laughed together.

“When Vitya was small, he also fidgeted and pulled out when I smeared him with baby cream,” remembered Marina.

- Here, between the legs? - I clarified, - He is so afraid of tickling in you. Look!

I began to dig my fingers in Viti for the testicles, with a smile watching his tense face. "It is useless to endure," I smiled maliciously, "Now, like a pretty one, let me trickle." And indeed after a couple of seconds, the boy started and began to write.

- Oh! - broke out from Vitina mom.

I quickly put a children's pot under Vitina - experience has always taught me

keep it during children's procedures at hand.

- Shame on you! - Marina began to shout at Vitya, waking from shock, - The nanny cares about you so much. Even bathed. What are you repaying to her? Here is this trickle?

- It's okay, - I smiled, - I have already got used to such fountains for the year of work as a nanny. All the kids let them. Especially the boys.

“Well, kids are understandable,” Marina agreed. “What is the demand from them?” But in seven years to do such things ... Shame and shame!

Marina continued to shame Vitya for another couple of minutes. When I finished smearing the boy with the cream, I began to wear it - of course, from the diaper.

- You still need me? - I looked inquiringly at Marina, fully wearing Vitya and removing him from the changing table.

- Can you have dinner before leaving? - Marina offered me, - I bought so much of everything delicious. Although if you hurry home, of course go. You already spent the whole day with me.

“Thank you, Marina,” I agreed, “I'm really so hungry.”

- Well, that's nice, - Marina was delighted, - Now I will quickly cook dinner.

Marina and I went to the kitchen. For half an hour, while she was standing at the stove, I told her in detail about Vitin's discomfiture — of course, omitting such an insignificant detail that I set them up myself.

At dinner, Marina did not remember Vitin’s dirty pants, although it was obvious that she was frankly shocked and dissatisfied with the boy.

- Go to the hall to watch TV, - said Marina Vita, when he finished her tea, - Now “Good night, kids” will begin.

We chatted in the kitchen for another ten minutes while Marina washed the dishes. Agreed that tomorrow I will come at the same time - to seven.

- Help you put the baby to bed? - I asked Marina.

- So early? - she was surprised.

“The nursery children are put to bed right after“ Good night, kids, ”I said.

- Exactly, - Marina smiled, - I forgot that Vitya now should have everything, like a nursery. I'll make him a bed now.

Marina and I went to the nursery. Having quickly prepared Vite's bed, Marina brought her son from the hall. The boy had a very dissatisfied face.

- Now stop being naughty! - Marina Marina screamed, - You will now go to bed right after the children's program.

“But mom ...” Vitya said offended, almost crying.

- No “but”! - cut off Marina, - Forgot about your punishment?

- Where is Vityushina pajamas? - I smiled gently, trying to defuse the situation, - This one?

Putting on the bed neatly folded Vitina pajamas, I took my shirt off the boy and began to unbutton his diaper.Vitya blushed deeply, but nonetheless made himself stripped naked.

“Now, now I will wear your pajamas,” I smiled, seeing the boy’s impatience, “But first you have to do something.”

I brought Vita baby pot.

“Ah, what did you mean,” Marina laughed.

- Come on, Vitya, - I turned to the embarrassed boy, - Show your mother what you were taught today.

Vitya blushed even more.

“Every child should go small before bedtime,” I said.

- Let's go, - Vitina smiled mom, - Or at least turn away.

It was noticeable that she, too, feels awkward.

“Don't turn away,” I said. “On the contrary, I want Victor to pee in the pot when we are.” And then today he does it all day in his pants.

I began to gently persuade the boy to pee.

- Letter-letter-letter, - I said, - Come on, honey. Well, what should you do to trickle?

Vitya continued to stand silently in front of the pot. The boy suffered even after I massaged his lower abdomen.

- Well, put you on the table with legs up? - I smiled - I know how you like to let the fountains lying on the back.

Affectionate threat had its effect and the red with embarrassment the boy with a heavy sigh began to write in the pot.

“What a fine fellow,” I praised Vitya and, bending over, lifted the pisyunchik to him.

The boy blushed deeply. The seven-year-old tomboy was terribly shy. Still, a high school nurse forced him to write in the presence of his mother. Judging by Marinin’s face, she was also embarrassed, but Vitina’s mother didn’t tell me anything.

“Did you put a sheet under his sheet?” - I asked Marina.

“No,” she shrugged. “Why?”

“Now I’ll do everything,” I said. “I have a special oilcloth.”

I quickly retired Vitina bed - this time with an oilcloth.

- So you worry that he will write up at night, - Marina smiled.

“According to the rules,” I said.

Returning to Vita, I quickly put a diaper and pajamas on him.

- Marsh to bed! - I said to the boy, with difficulty pulling his pajama pants on Vitin's diaper.

Vitya quickly slipped under the covers.

“Now I’ll bring him a bottle of milk,” I said, and went to the kitchen.

Putting a pot of milk on the stove, I listened to the conversation in the nursery.

- Well, like to be a baby? - Marina asked Vitya, - What is so offended? Do not pretend. If you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t enter the role right away. Did he run in the bus? Shame on you!

There was a baby cry.

- What roared? - Marina did not let up, - Tears will not help you. I have already said that you will spend the whole week. And just try not to obey your nanny. I will extend the punishment for another week!

Having filled the baby bottle with boiled milk, I poured a bag of diuretic powder into it. After that I spent five minutes cooling the bottle under a stream of cold water.

- And here is our milk! - I announced, returning to the nursery.

I put Vita in my mouth a bottle of milk and he obediently began to drink. Marina stood with her arms folded and silently watched her son.

- Judging by the events of the day I doubt that he will wake up dry - I said, - But of course let's hope for the best.

“Good joke,” Marina laughed.

"Let's see what you say in the morning when you see Vitin diaper" - I smiled to myself.

- Do not change Vita at night, the diaper, if he pisses there, - I asked Marina, - And of course do not let the child go to the toilet. It is good that he locks your lock. I also advise you to take the pot.

Marina agreed with an ironic smile. She still didn’t seem to believe that the game would go that far. I smiled, imagining what her face would be like tomorrow morning, when she found out that her seven-year-old son had really written to the diaper.

“All right, I went,” I said, “Good night, Vitya.” And please try to wake up dry.

Marina and I walked into the hallway. Having quickly shod and put on a jacket, I said goodbye to Vitina's mother and left the apartment.

At first I went to the bus stop, but it was already late and the buses rarely went. I decided to walk a couple of stops on foot, enjoying the fresh air and the evening coolness. “We need to come up with a cultural program for tomorrow,” I reflected, as I walked along the sidewalk. “Take the kindergarten again to Larisin?” The boy they probably already tired. I'd rather walk with him all day with the guests. ” I quite smiled - not only did everything go according to plan, my current ward turned out to be more interesting than eight-year-old Sasha, with whom I played similar games a year ago.

KaraPuz

June 2009