“Tell you what,” Beth started to say as she lovingly stroked my tummy above the diaper, “how about if you let me do my part as the mommy and in turn you will do your part and be the little boy that you are?”
I already told you that she has a way with words, right?
And so, from that moment until Mom and John and I headed back to Maine, just like Joey, I wore cloth diapers and even used them for their intended purpose. Those few days were sort of like a dream or a fantasy. It was almost like I wasn’t me, but had become someone else temporarily.
