I picked him up and carried him on my hip to the breakfast counter and put him on one of the stools.
“Look,” I said, “your mom and your therapist both think this is a good idea. So I’m going with it even though I’m not sure about it. If you don’t like it, at any time, we’ll stop and pretend this never happened. Let me just say this, I won’t make you go in the diaper. I promise, if you ask, I’ll take you to the toilet.”
“Okay.”
“And, I won’t do anything to embarrass you in public.”
“Swear!”
“I swear, cross my heart and all that.”
He smiled a bit.
“To be honest,” I said, “the diaper is easier to change than the shorts. You don’t weigh all that much, but since you can’t stand, you’re just dead weight.”
“Okay, let’s give it a shot…What’s for lunch?”