ABDL phone Christmas? My favorite dirty adult baby paid me a visit on Christmas. He knew I was with my family, but he had a need. I understand. It was Christmas and he needed mommy. I am not his mommy, but I am his sissy mom. He brought me a present. No, not what you are thinking. He didn’t poop his diaper, not this time at least. He had a nice tribute for me. Various gift cards to my favorite places; generous amounts too. I know he felt bad interrupting my family time on a holiday, but he needed some nurturing. I changed his diaper in front of my daughters and sons. They laughed. They never quite believed me when I said I had an adult diaper lover. Their generation doesn’t understand such naughty fetishes. They got an education because not only did I change my diaper boy, I nursed him from my breast as I rocked him in my arms. Suddenly, it was like have a big doll and they wanted to help take care of their “baby sister.” They dressed him up in a frilly dress and had a tea party. I expected them to be mean, but they were modeling my nurturing mommy behavior. I better be careful. They liked playing and caring for my big baby boy so much they might want him to move in.