Mark picked up a napkin and jokingly dabbed at the corner of my mouth, “Here man, you’re drooling a bit.” He teased.

“Oh Ha-Ha!” I said, pushing his hand away, but he was right. Seeing Sean in one of Marks diapers was making me salivate.

“Come on, sit down, midnight is only three minutes away.” Mark said to Sean.

I was sitting on the floor with my back against the front of the couch and my legs extended out. Sean did something I hadn’t expected him to do, but somehow I managed to keep my cool and didn’t react… much. Without saying anything, Sean stepped in front of me and sat himself right down on my lap.

When midnight came and went, we sat in front of the TV with unwavering attention. At two minutes after midnight, they switched back to the local celebration just in time to see the old man from last year passing an old-timey looking clock to Baby New Year. When the camera went in for a close up, I exclaimed, “Yes! That’s him! I know it for sure now!”

“I bet he’s cold.” Sean observed, leaning back against my chest and using my shoulder as a pillow.

“I bet he gets beat up at school after holiday break.” Mark commented.

“I bet he is some kind of actor or something.” I added.

The Baby New Year was handed a microphone and he said, “May your year be happy and prosperous!” and then he waved at the camera.

Then, the TV started to jump to different celebrations all over so we stopped watching. Mark switched over to some black and white movie about some orphan kid who mucks up life for hundreds of other orphan kids. It was okay, but kind of sappy.

When Sean shifted on my lap, I whispered into his ear, “Comfy?”

His reply was to snuggle his forehead against my neck. That is how he fell asleep.

I watched the movie while I waited to be sure Sean was totally asleep before motioning to Mark to get his attention. When Mark looked at me, I put a single finger to my lips to indicate that I didn’t want him to make any noise and risk waking up Sean.

Ever so gently, I managed to slide out from under Sean. He sort of slumped over sideways with his head resting on the cushion of the couch.

“Wanna pull a prank on him?” I whispered.

Mark grinned gleefully and nodded, “Like what?”

“I don’t know! Think of something! You’re supposed to be the smart one here!” I said.

“I am?” He said appearing truly surprised by my comment.

“Uh yeah!” I whispered.

Mark beamed as he put a finger to his head like he was really trying to think hard.

“I got it!” he said, just a little too loudly.

I slugged him in the shoulder, “You want to hold it down, you idiot?”

“Idiot? But you just said I was smart!” Mark protested.

“Yeah, well maybe I was wrong! Now shut up and think of a good prank!” I said with a threatening whisper.

“Do you have any more of that stuff that you gave to Damien that made him poop so much?” Mark asked.

“Nah and besides, Sean is sleeping. We’d have to get him to drink it without waking up.” I said.

Then Mark got a look in his eyes that reminded me of Jim Carey when he played The Riddler in Batman.

“What?” I asked with a growing grin.

Mark smiled most evilly as he said, “Got any instant pudding mix?”

That one threw me, “Huh?” I grunted.

“Well, we could carefully pull open the back of his diaper and pore in the instant pudding. As the diaper gets wet, the pudding mix will be activated and it will be like he pooped.” Mark said rubbing his hands together like some mad cartoon bad guy.

Without saying a word, I scrambled to my feet and slipped into the kitchen. Mark followed right behind me. Sure enough, I found two boxes of banana, a box of butterscotch and a box of chocolate instant pudding. I immediately dismissed the banana pudding and held up the other two boxes.

“Butterscotch, or chocolate?” I asked.

“Uh, I think both!” Mark giggled.

“Both?” I said, “I love it! Let’s do it!”

Now, coming up with the idea turned out to be the easy part of the prank, because every time we would pull even the slightest bit on the back of Sean’s diaper, he would act like he was about to wake up. We tried several times and we were both getting frustrated when Sean, suddenly rolled right over and snuggled up against me. I think at first, Mark and my hearts stopped, but we quickly realized that Sean was still out cold. To make it even better, the way he was leaning against me made it so easy for me to reach down with my left arm and hold the back of Sean’s diaper open.

First, Mark poured in the butterscotch pudding so incredibly slowly. Sean didn’t budge or make a sound. Then, in went the chocolate pudding, just as easily and just as slowly.

With both packages of pudding down the back of Sean’s Diaper, I told Mark to take the evidence back to the kitchen and hide it under some of the trash that was already in the trashcan. All the way into the kitchen, Mark was giggling so hard he could hardly walk, which was making me giggle. We both tried so hard to keep our giggles silent, but it was just so difficult to do.

Eventually, Sean rolled off of me and I took the opportunity to get into my sleeping bag. Mark was already in his and still giggling, but each time he’d start giggling again, he’d bury his face in his pillow.

Amazingly, the two of us finally fell asleep too and slept all the way through the night. Unfortunately, we both slept too soundly because, we didn’t hear Sean wake up before us. It was a little after five in the morning when unbeknownst to Mark and I, Sean woke up, discovered what we’d done and then went to take a shower. But that wasn’t the end of it, not even close.

When Sean was done with his shower, he got dressed and then he got even. My dad has always been an early bird. He’s usually up before 5:00 AM. New Year’s morning was no different.

When Sean returned from taking a shower, he found my dad sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. He told my dad what we’d done to him and I guess Sean was pretty hot about it, and my dad told him that he’d help him get even with us.

While we slept quietly, the two of them went out to the garage, got a couple buckets, and then went outside to fill them up with snow. Now you might remember that we all went to sleep not wearing our pajamas, so all Mark was wearing was his wet diaper and all I was wearing was my underwear and socks. Sean and my dad unzipped our sleeping bags, pulled them open and at the same time, they each dumped a bucket of snow onto us.

I woke up screaming. Mark, on the other hand, woke up, jumped up and ran to my bedroom. I think he was more embarrassed to be seen in his diaper then he was upset that our prank backfired on us.

“That’s what you get for the pudding!” Sean laughed and gave my dad a high-five.

“Daaaaad?” I whined when I realized that he’d helped Sean.

“Maaaaaaax!” Dad imitated my whine.

With my teeth chattering, I ran to the bathroom to take a hot shower but found that Mark was already in there, so I had to settle with jumping into my bed and covering up to try and warm up my body.