Jamie cowered momentarily behind Marjorie hugging her leg like it was an area of safe hiding.

Marjorie looked down at her charge,

gave a motherly smile, and continued up the stairs.

“I told you things were going to change if you didn’t stop regressing.

I never thought we would need to do this but it’s for your own good.”

With that Marjorie pushed open the door to Mary’s room.

Jamie stood in the doorway his mouth wide open in a state of shock.

The beds were gone. In its place was Mary’s old crib and changing table.

“You can’t be serious,

I’m not going to sleep in a crib and use a changing table as a baby.”

Marjorie calmly discussed the issue with Jamie,

until Sheila came running into the house and up to Mary’s bedroom (now Jamie’s nursery) carrying two large shopping bags.

“Here you go everything you asked for to take care of Dad,

I mean Jamie.”

With Sheila’s entrance, the discussion was ended and Jamie was lifted onto the changing table.

“Does Sheila have to watch?” Jamie protested,

however, Marjorie didn’t listen.

“Sheila stays because I’m not always going to be around to change your diaper.”

Jamie already knew the answer but had to try anyway.

“Besides this is a good experience if she wants to find a job babysitting.”

“Does this mean I am going to get money if I have to babysit Jamie?”

Sheila asked hoping for a payday.

For Jamie it was another humiliating experience.

“What do you mean I have to be babysat?

I’m 40, not 4.

This is ridiculous.”

Marjorie looked down with a sympathetic smile on her face.

“Actually Honey you’re not 4 but more like 2.

You know as well as I, you are going to need help taking care of yourself.

You can’t reach the fridge shelves, get into your new bed, or even take a bath without help.”

Jamie was going to refute her points,

but the glare from a woman who had already made up her mind convinced him to move his stare to the ground.

Jamie stood beside table in his dirty training pants,

as Marjorie went over all the products and procedures with their daughter.

It took about five minutes as she showed Sheila where the diapers,

baby powder,

and other products were kept.

It was a long five minutes,

however, it gave Jamie time to adjust to his new surroundings.

Everything in the room was huge and he was truly dwarfed by all the furniture in the room.

Even the rocking chair in the corner would take a great effort to scale.

Looking up at the crib he could see a stuffed animal between the bars.

On the backboard, a painting depicted a bunny rabbit wearing overalls that bulged around the waist,

obviously it to wore a large diaper that would relate to the occupant of the crib.

Jamie shuddered at the thought of waking up to that image every day.

“How could I have been so stupid to have picked a crib like that for our kids?”

After looking around the room he returned his attention towards the women who were busy organizing the contents of the changing table.

The table was rather high, at least by a 2-year-old’s standards, and was amazed by how much stuff was kept on the shelf below.

Finally, the women stopped and looked down at Jamie.

He was feeling very small right now.

Sheila easily hoisted him to the table without trouble and he sat there in his wet training pants that were cold and uncomfortable.

The women continued their conversation, again the topic was about him but he was not included in the discussion.

He listened intently and cringed when another baby product was removed from the bag

. “I’m not going to be needing any diaper rash lotion, cause I can still use the toilet.”

The two women looked at each other and smiled.

“Okay, sweetie but let’s just put it down here just in case.”

Finally, the dreaded moment had arrived. His first diaper change began.

The two women removed his shirt and told him to lie back on the pad.

They lifted his feet easily and removed his dirty underwear.

Jamie looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes as the cold wipe caressed his bottom.

He shuddered at the chill and knew he would never get used to the wipe down.