I removed my pants and underwear and then assumed the position on the floor. Mom clad me in a disposable diaper and then helped me to get redressed in relatively quick order.
“There, now we’re ready!” she announced, as she pulled the front of my shirt back down and helped me to my feet.
“Your father should have the car out front, waiting for us by now.” She said, patting me on my diapered bottom and kissing my cheek. I couldn’t help noticing that when she swatted my bottom that the diaper seemed to crinkle a lot more then I remembered them doing before.
Walking down the stairs proved rather difficult in a thick disposable diaper and I had to hang onto the stair railing to get down. As I stepped out the front door, all I was thinking about was, the great time I was going to have at Joey’s. So, when I saw Chris standing in the middle of the front lawn, holding his hockey stick, I nearly dropped dead of a heart attack right then and there. I just knew he could see that I was wearing a diaper under my pants. He probably couldn’t, but that’s not what my irrational mind was telling me.
Chris waved at me and I froze, which caused Mom to nearly knock me over, as she closed the door behind us.
“Alvin, don’t stop right on the stoop! Go get in the car.” I looked back at Mom, as I waddled a couple steps forward, to keep from being trampled. When I looked back to Chris, he was running away, toward the corner of the street.
“See you Monday Chris!” I shouted and he turned to wave, before disappearing around the corner of the street.