After my bath Mom helped me get diapered and at first I protested being diapered, but Mom somehow convinced me that it was for the better. She even shot down my attempts to haggle my way out of the diaper and into a GoodNite instead. Once my loins were adequately clad, had my wrist rewrapped and was dressed in my pajamas I felt almost normal again… almost!
When Mom opened the door to my bedroom, so that the two of us could go down for some supper, we both were startled to find Grandfather standing there, about to knock.
The three of us just stood motionless for several awkward seconds before Mom said, “I’ll leave the two of you to talk for a minute.”
And that is all that the talk between Grandfather and me took; one minute. I apologized right away and he stuck out his hand as he said, “I am sorry too. Let’s put it behind us as if it never happened. What do you say to that?”
“Uh, yeah… sure.” I said, unable to believe that he was going to let me off the hook like that.
“Just do me one favor, would you?” he added and I couldn’t help thinking, “Oh brother, here it comes!”
He smiled as he said, “For your Grandmother’s sanity, keep your pants on when roaming the house. What-What!”
I could tell by the way he said it that he was attempting to be humorous so I smiled, shrugged and said, “Yeah, I guess I can do that.”
After supper I started feeling tired again so I excused myself from the table. Both, Mom and John excused themselves as well. I had thought they were just making sure I got back to bed and tucked in properly. However, I wasn’t quite that lucky. They did help me get into bed, but then they sat down on either side of the bed, effectively surrounding me. To make a long lecture short, I only just barely escaped grounding by the skin of my teeth.