Toby knows when he’s crossed the line and this isn ‘t the first time he’s ended up in nappies for being a whiny, immature, little boy. I won’t stand for any of it and I get him straight on the ground after our row, with his legs in the air and a powdered, smacked bottom. Dummy in, I want to make sure he understands his place in our relationship. Hopefully, this time he’ll learn not to argue with Step-Mummy.