She pulled his tee shirt over his head and took it off. His Mother walked over to the dresser, picked up something, and returned to him, holding whatever she had gotten behind her back.. “Do you remember what you wore to sleep when you were two, Tommy?,” she said, gently pushing him down to lie on his back.
She moved in close to the crib and laid the object at the other side of her, out of his sight, and started to pull down his underwear. “You pooped in your pants until you were three. I had to put you in triple diapers every night so you wouldn’t soak the bed,” she said, slipping his underwear down his legs and pushing his chest back with her hand to lay on the bed, “I’m going to diaper you. Don’t you remember what happened this afternoon? Training pants aren’t absorbent enough. We can’t have you wetting the bed, Tommy.”