Now two and a half years  I was finely old enough to stay at home alone when mom was out doing things or going to work for the day. Now when mom left the house to run errands my brothers had to go with her or to a babysitter or daycare. I did not like going to the daycare or the babysitter’s because there was nothing to do for an older kid like me to do. If I played with the little kids at their level mom would spank me, I had to be a big boy never a little boy.

Mom would now leave me home alone a few times for as much as three hours. I was still afraid to play with the diapers because there was not enough time to do it. I could play with the little toys and did as much as I could get away with it.

Since I was good at diaper changes I was doing most of my brother’s diaper changes even the few messy diapers that Timmy still had. I cleaned up almost all the messes around the house putting away the toys all the things my baby brothers’ did. If I were a baby I could be having fun making the messes and playing with all the toys too.

Whilst mom was out of the house going to work my two brothers Billy and Timmy had to go to daycare. Billy was age five almost six and Timmy will be three soon. Mom didn’t want me to be responsible for them it was hard enough for her to keep them safe she didn’t think I could handle them.

I was very good at changing all of Timmy’s diapers and caring for Billy making sure he went to the potty. I could fix food for them and everything. Billy was now potty trained if he is reminded. He still needs diapers only when he sleeps at night or if he takes a nap. Mom did not want to leave me home alone with my baby brothers all day long. What if one of them got into something and got hurt? She knew I was good at playing with them caring for their needs. I was not so good at keeping them out of stuff that could hurt them.

Even though Timmy was now growing he was still using diapers full-time more like someone a few years younger. Billy wore the same diapers as Timmy for his bedwetting. For my bedwetting I was allowed to wear my big boy Pull-ups, not the diapers, diapers are for babies is what mom told me.

I knew from the burning spanking I had gotten over the years mom did not like the idea of her big boy wearing his protection during the day. Diapers were normal at my house for someone half my age. There were diapers all over the place in their bedroom, bathroom, playroom, but not in my room.

Mom did not even like to see me wear Pull-ups at night let alone during the day. She would scold me every night while she watched me put on my Pull-up and pajamas on. She would say Pull-ups are for babies and I am twelve years old the biggest baby she knows. I wanted to ask since she thinks I am a baby let me wear diapers like the baby, but I was afraid to do that. Mom had strict rules about bedwetting every bed wetter in her house had to wear what she called age-appropriate protection.

The other rule of moms was if you need to wear a diaper at night you need to sleep in a crib like the baby you are acting like. My brothers both slept in cribs that my dad had built before he died. The cribs use a twin-sized mattress so they would be big enough for even an adult. Mom said cribs were age-appropriate for a younger bed-wetting baby. The way dad built the cribs made it easier to clean too.