Rattle

*Rattle**Rattle*Rattle*

April giggled as she shook her beloved rattle. Once she had been on the cusp of graduating college, until her mother had gotten her the rattle for her birthday. Now all April cared about was her rattle, to the point she would burst into tears if she didn’t have it all times. She didn’t care about anything else, not even as her mommy changed her into a fresh diaper, one that would certainly be soaking wet before long. April couldn’t care less, since it meant not needed to be away from her rattle to go potty.