With Cream and Sandy both off to the train station, Pinkie thought it best to get things ready for when her not-so-little charge woke up from her nap.
“Every pony tells me not to ask or say awkward things,” she said while getting the kitchen ready to feed the ‘foal’. “Even Mr. and Mrs. Cake told me not to ask or say anything that immediately comes to my mind that could make some pony feel uncomfortable but I never saw a foal so big and Mr. and Mrs. Puff didn’t mention their foal having ‘special needs’ and how she was all grown up already.”
Pinkie continued to think on what all she had so desperately wanted to say and ask while choosing a jar of the gourmet foal food from one of the cupboards.
“This stuff is scrup-dilly-umptious,” she remarked. “I’ve had lots of Pound and Pumpkin’s foal food get into my mouth and that stuff can be dis-gust-ing!”
Pinkie started to hear the sound of whimpering coming from the kitchen’s baby monitor.
“Oh!” she cheered while bouncing off towards the nursery. “Time to foal around with the not-so-little mare!”
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Swaddle Puff smiled up at Pinkie Her eyes taking in just how fun the pink party pony foal sitter looked.
“Uppy!” she called. “Uppy!”
Pinkie had to think for a moment.
“How about downy?” she asked with a smile while sliding down the crib gate.
Swaddle rolled over enough for Pinkie to notice she had her Cutie Mark. It was a cartoon-like diaper that was pastel pink on one half and baby blue on the other. The pastel pink part almost blended totally in with Swaddle’s coat but the shade was just enough to make it stand out against her fur.
“Ooh!” cooed Pinkie while reaching to help the foal out. “Some pony’s got their Cutie mark!”
Ms. Pie was having her mind blown by all she had gotten herself into. However ‘Pinkie “Responsibility” Pie’ was up for the challenge and ready to take it all on. Even the post nap diaper check and change.
“Okay!” cheered Pinkie as she helped Swaddle waddle over to the changing table that looked more like a twin-sized bed. “Let’s get you all clean before we play and have non-noms!”
Swaddle giggled and clapped her hooves.
“Happy foal!” she cried. “Like balloon pony!”
“Well,” beamed Pinkie. “You’ll be happier after we change your diaper-wiaper.”
“No change!” proclaimed Swaddle. “No wet! No mess!”
Pinkie made a face. She didn’t know if she should force the mare-sized foal onto the changing table or not.
“Well…,” she hummed while moving towards Swaddle’s diapered rump. “Can Auntie Pinkie just take a peaky-weaky to see if baby needs changing?”
“You check,” Swaddle nodded while making a silly face. “No mind check. You see me dry.”
Pinkie lifted the back of Swaddle’s diaper and saw no signs of horse apples. She then patted at the padding between her legs and heard no tell tale signs of wetness.
“Okay!” she cheered. “No diaper change for you.”
“Yay!” swaddled gleefully sang while clapping her hooves. “Get non-noms?”
“Get nom-noms,” agreed Pinkie as she walked alongside the foal who was roughly her size.