He had tried to explain it away as a harmless experiment to keep himself from sweating heavily under the comforter while he slept, but she had had her doubts at the time. Now she knew. He had some kind of infantile fixation….He wanted to be a child again…to be treated like a baby. He had probably even peed in Bobby’s diapers and put them in the diaper pail with the diapers that Bobby had wet.
She frowned in anger and thought, “He’ll certainly get his fill of diapers now. He’ll spend a minimum of twelve years in diapers, and probably more than that. Most likely it will take years to potty-train him again. That is, assuming he can be potty-trained again! It serves him right, I don’t know what I ever saw in that infantile momma’s boy!”