I can't believe it. When I went to run errands earlier today, I left you alone at home thinking you would be mature enough not to cause any chaos. However, this was a very bad idea on my part. You ate all of the Easter candy I had purchased for the Easter party. Your hands are covered in chocolate, and now you're holding your tummy. Not only do we not have candy to give out tonight, but now you're going to be miserable.  There's only one solution- clear out all the candy in your belly with an enema. You'll have to wear a diaper tonight to the party because you'll be still emptying out by the time we leave. Yes it is embarrassing to have to wear a messy diaper to a party, but it's more embarrassing that you ate all the candy and apparently need supervision at all times.  As I fill your bottom up with an enema and diaper you, I continue to scold you until the rumbling begins. Very loud toots start to happen, as your disposable diaper begins to fill up and stink up the room. This is sure to be an Easter you won't forget anytime soon!