“Lay down so I can put this on you,” she instructed.
“Why do I have to wear a diaper?” he protested. “I’m not the one who wet the bed!”
“I know that, honey. This is just for now.”
“But…”
“Noah, I am not going to ask you again.”
Andy chuckled. He knew his cousin didn’t like his real name and he knew his aunt only used it when she was serious. He took his shower, left his pants in the pile that was accumulating on the bathroom floor and returned to the guest bedroom for his diapering. Aunt Deb was waiting for him, a cloth diaper fanned out on the floor beside her.